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Classic Literature. Fiction. Literature. HTML:A motley assortment of characters seek peace and salvation in this early masterpiece by the Booker Prize-winning author of The Sea, The Sea A lay community of thoroughly mixed-up people is encamped outside Imber Abbey, home of an order of sequestered nuns. A new bell is being installed when suddenly the old bell, a legendary symbol of religion and magic, is rediscovered. And then things begin to change. Meanwhile the wise old Abbess watches and prays and exercises discreet authority. And everyone, or almost everyone, hopes to be saved, whatever that may mean. Originally published in 1958, this funny, sad, and moving novel is about religion, sex, and the fight between good and evil. For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.… (more)
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Clearly this is a butterfly highly charged with symbolic value.
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Fast-forward to the present: I decided to give Murdoch another try. For about the first 100 pp. I thought, "Well, here we go again. Another cast of characters Iris didn't seem to like any more than I do. Great." There's something cartoonish and even grotesque about her characters, which sometimes works for me (Barbara Comyns, Charles Dickens) and sometimes doesn't (Ronald Firbank, Charles Dickens). My dislike began to fade once Gabriel, a.k.a. The Bell, entered the picture. At that point I became truly interested and was far less annoyed by Murdoch's stylistic affectations and the fact that there was no one in the book I truly liked. Some of the characters were growing and changing; I found myself wondering how it would all turn out; and I had to admit that even though I wasn't a fan of her style, Murdoch was an exceptional writer. While I doubt that I will ever read another of her novels, I do think that, ultimately, The Bell was worth the time I spent reading it.
It's hard to put a finger on the peculiarity. There are no fireworks or eccentricities. She writes cultivated but unadorned English prose. She's not nearly as overtly Freudian as Virginia Woolf. The Bell has a very suspenseful plot. The author has no axes to grind or drums to beat. Still, the novel is sort of weird.
It is the story of a summer in the lives of a group of middle-class English misfits who have found themselves members of a so-called lay community attached loosely to an Anglo-Catholic monastery of cloistered nuns living in a restored medieval abbey in the west of England. The nuns, being cloistered, do not figure much in the story. The members of the adjunct lay community, Imber it's called, exhibit various degrees of flakiness, from mild OCD to flat-out lunacy.
The Bell is said to be the first of Murdoch's religious novels, but from my point of view it is about ethics, rather than religion as such. Most of the characters share a kind of high-church Anglicanism without too much questioning. And the ones who do question it tend to keep their mouths shut (at least on that topic). The author's interest is in the nature of ethical decision making, and she uses the issues of homosexual child abuse (the children in this case being boys in their mid-teens, not small children), and heterosexual marital infidelity and abusive behavior. None of this ever gets down and dirty, but the thoughts and motivations of the characters involved are explored to a fare thee well. The author looks at all angles and does not take sides.
The novel is in some ways a period piece. The author maintains a non-judging approach towards homosexuality, for instance, keeping the focus on the characters' own attitudes: but the unquestioning valuation of homosexual behavior as being obviously wrong, and of homosexual orientation as a personality disorder, is taken for granted by all the characters, including the gay ones. There are other unquestioned assumptions that are vestiges of the 1950's as well, some of which may not be noticed by those who weren't there then.
These ethical explorations are hung on a tightly constructed plot which builds to an engrossing series of climactic scenes. It involves a medieval bell with a Gothic legend attached to it, which is said to have been hurled centuries ago into a nearby lake, and to peal on rare occasion to herald an untoward death. The characters with their loves and guilts and neuroses all play into this legend up to the violent denouement.
An interesting book. I don't know if I'll read any more Murdoch. You might like it if you like psychological novels or novels of ideas, so to speak. Murdoch was after all on the philosophy faculty at Oxford, and an expert on Sartre. No wonder she could be a little grim.
Although it’s only February, I can tell that this is going to be one of my top reads for 2012. I loved every bit of this book from start to finish. Although the book is set in a religious, or semi-religious, community, this wasn’t a particularly religious book. Instead, it’s about ethics, love, and sex (about which the author was extremely candid, given that the book was published in the 1950s).
All of the characters are thoroughly messed up: Paul is selfish and thoughtless, Dora is a bit of a wet blanket, Michael continually struggles with an ethical dilemma, Nick struggles with alcoholism and guilt. For a community that’s supposedly so religious, all of these characters have vices and flaws! But that’s what makes them so interesting as characters—one wonders if Dora, for example, will ever grow a backbone. I grew to care about the characters in this novel, even though I despised a few of them. The only one who didn’t completely jump off the page for me was Catherine, who seems to be an afterthought. But Murdoch writes in very clear, descriptive prose, and other than my minor criticism, I thought that this was a fabulous novel.
"With strong magnetic force the human heart is drawn to consolation; and even grieving becomes a consolation in the end."
A delightful, effectual read amidst its little spells of tragedy.
The story starts following Dora Greenfield, who left an unhappy marriage,
Overall, it was an entertaining story and a fun read. "The Bell" definitely isn't Murdoch's best work (and I think it was one of her earlier books) but it still made for a good read.
It's an early novel, and it has its faults. Oddly for a woman writer, the female characters often seem to be perilously close to caricatures, whilst the men are much more believable. The book deals with big, serious issues, but it isn't over-serious or pompous in any way. By switching the POV between cynical Dora, naïve Toby, and guilt-ridden Michael, Murdoch prevents us from getting bogged down in one character's set of values, and is able to examine all of them with a certain amount of irony.
I didn't really like many of the characters, except perhaps for Toby whose innocence makes it hard to dislike him, but they did all seem real to me. Real enough that I often had physical reactions to them. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to shake Dora or beat the ever-living crap out of Paul or yell at Michael to stop analyzing and start doing.
I think this is a book I could read again and find more food for thought. It's sort of like Faulkner, not in style, by any means, but in that you read it because it really gets your brain churning, not just because it's a pleasant way to while away a few hours. I may have more thoughts to log about this one later. We'll see.
There is much to ponder here. Much to discuss.
It's a wonderful portrait of a Christian Sect. I find Murdoch paints wonderful pictures of people, always realistic - but not always likeable.
I haven't read any Iris Murdoch, but I keep thinking that I should.
A quote, pg 165 "Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port".
Also another book with some psychiatric history. This book is written in 1958. It mentions insulin shock treatments and even mentions that "insulin was making her fat". It also mentions drugs and it was about this time that Thorazine was being used.
I found a copy of this book in the ship's library while on a cruise, and decided to read it becuase I remembered enjoying the TV adaptation. Interestingly, I realised that most of the male actors were a lot older than the characters in the book (aklthough I can see why in the case of Toby), while the female actors were about the right age.
I had forgotten most of the plot, including
This was my first Iris Murdoch novel, but I will probably read more.
“Toby had received, though not yet digested, one of the earliest lessons of adult life: that one is never secure. At any moment one can be removed from a state of guileless serenity and plunged into its opposite, without any intermediate condition, so high about us do the
In "The Bell" by Iris Murdoch
I first encountered the word 'rebarbative' in The Bell.
I don't think that something requires strict definition in order to have, or generate, meaning. I don't need an "a priori" definition of life in order to try to live; I just get on with doing the best I can. I suppose we operate within a general understanding of love as a looking-beyond-oneself or an acting-towards-the-Other, but whether one could, or would wish to, narrowly define love in a way that somehow includes the very different senses of love that one might have for one's partner, and children, and parents, and siblings is another matter. In terms of the language analogy, I suppose that one would not be trying to invent a language of one's own, but constantly rearranging the pre-existing vocabulary to communicate better with others (love thereby being less about an impossible identification with the Other, and more about a communion?). Which begins to sound less like Levinas and more like New Age bunkum, but that's the best I've got at this juncture in time.
Iris Murdoch and hope - now there's a conundrum to waste an afternoon! Still hopelessness is in the head of the beholder eh? Oh, it's definitely hope in the sense of 'this dark tunnel is very long, I do hope there's a light at the end of it. I suspect there isn't but it's better to keep walking than just sit down'. Which may well be to say: hope as a necessary illusion.
I have read a lot of reviews that give The Bell high praise indeed, and rightly so. Murdoch's use of language and her ability to draw us into that world through her wonderful descriptive prose is second to none. The description of the community and it's environment is written in such a way that I could almost have been there. In my opinion, it is, first and foremost, a wonderfully descriptive book.
However, I did find it tough going at times and, dare I say,*whispers* a little dull. However, as I said, books are subjective and I have had trouble reading ANY book of late. I decided to persevere with The Bell! 'I will not leave yet another book unfinished!' I told myself and in doing so discovered it was the last few chapters that had been worth the wait and perseverence and, as bqsquared said in their review below, I found the arrival better than the journey.
Whilst I loved the descriptive elements of the book, I found the chacarters left me a little cold. I found I could not empathise or like any of them which is usually important for me when reading a book. Nor did they hold my interest. Other than Michael, I found them a little 'thin' and one dimensional. Maybe this is deliberate or maybe I was missing something at the time of reading.
I hate to give any book a negative review, in fact I rarely do! Authors take so long writing something with so much care, something that I could never do and what I like, someone else will not and vice versa.
All I can offer are my own opinions about The Bell which, on the whole, are that it is a wonderfully descriptive book but with characters that were a little one dimensional and self absorbed for my liking and did not hold my interest long enough to actually care. I gave 3 stars purely on the way in which Murdoch writes and how her words flow from the page, not necessarily for the story.
I kept wanting to say to the people at Imber Abbey (Akimber Abbey, where everything is akimbo): Get out, get out, get out, while you still can!
One thing I love about Iris Murdoch is how palpably amused she is at the antics of her characters. Her stories all wear this aspect of delightful archness, yet she never sneers at her creations or abuses them. I think if I could be a character in one author's stories, I'd choose her.