The Way We Live Now

The Way We Live Now

by Anthony Trollope

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'Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.'

It is impossible to be sure who Melmotte is, let alone what exactly he has done. He is, seemingly, a gentleman, and a great financier, who penetrates to the heart of the state, reaching even inside the Houses of Parliament. He draws the English establishment into his circle, including Lady Carbury, a 43 year-old coquette and her son Felix, who is persuaded to invest in a notional railway business. Huge sums of money are at stake, as well as romantic happiness.

The Way We Live Now is usually thought Trollope's major work of satire but is better described as his most substantial exploration of a form of crime fiction, where the crimes are both literal and moral. It is a text preoccupied by detection and the unmasking of swindlers. As such it is a narrative of exceptional tension: a novel of rumor, gossip, and misjudgment, where every second counts. For many of Trollope's characters, calamity and exposure are just around the corner.

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ISBN-13: 9780394605128
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/12/1984
Series: World's Classics Series
Edition description: 1st Modern Library ed
Pages: 825

About the Author

Francis O'Gorman has edited Trollope's Framley Parsonage and The Duke's Children (with Katherine Mullin), Ruskin's Praeterita, and Gaskell's Sylvia's Lovers for Oxford World's Classics. He has written widely on English literature, chiefly from 1780 to the present, and is currently editing Swinburne for OUP.

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The Way We Live Now


By Anthony Trollope

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CHAPTER 1

THREE EDITORS


Let the reader be introduced to Lady Carbury, upon whose character and doings much will depend of whatever interest these pages may have, as she sits at her writing-table in her own room in her own house in Welbeck Street. Lady Carbury spent many hours at her desk, and wrote many letters,– wrote also very much beside letters. She spoke of herself in these days as a woman devoted to Literature, always spelling the word with a big L. Something of the nature of her devotion may be learned by the perusal of three letters which on this morning she had written with a quickly running hand. Lady Carbury was rapid in everything, and in nothing more rapid than in the writing of letters. Here is Letter No. 1; –

'Thursday, Welbeck Street.


'dear Friend,

'I have taken care that you shall have the early sheets of my two new volumes tomorrow, or Saturday at latest, so that you may, if so minded, give a poor struggler like myself a lift in your next week's paper. Do give a poor struggler a lift. You and I have so much in common, and I have ventured to flatter myself that we are really friends! I do not flatter you when I say, that not only would aid from you help me more than from any other quarter, but also that praise from you would gratify my vanity more than any other praise. I almost think you will like my "Criminal Queens." The sketch of Semiramis is at any rate spirited, though I had to twist it about a little to bring her in guilty. Cleopatra, of course, I have taken from Shakespeare. What a wench she was! I could not quite make Julia a queen; but it was impossible to pass over so piquant a character. You will recognise in the two or three ladies of the empire how faithfully I have studied my Gibbon. Poor dear old Belisarius! I have done the best I could with Joanna, but I could not bring myself to care for her. In our days she would simply have gone to Broadmore. I hope you will not think that I have been too strong in my delineations of Henry VIII and his sinful but unfortunate Howard. I don't care a bit about Anne Boleyne. I am afraid that I have been tempted into too great length about the Italian Catherine; but in truth she has been my favourite. What a woman! What a devil! Pity that a second Dante could not have constructed for her a special hell. How one traces the effect of her training in the life of our Scotch Mary. I trust you will go with me in my view as to the Queen of Scots. Guilty! guilty always! Adultery, murder, treason, and all the rest of it. But recommended to mercy because she was royal. A queen bred, born and married, and with such other queens around her, how could she have escaped to be guilty? Marie Antoinette I have not quite acquitted. It would be uninteresting; – perhaps untrue. I have accused her lovingly, and have kissed when I scourged. I trust the British public will not be angry because I do not whitewash Caroline, especially as I go along with them altogether in abusing her husband.

'But I must not take up your time by sending you another book, though it gratifies me to think that I am writing what none but yourself will read. Do it yourself, like a dear man, and, as you are great, be merciful. Or rather, as you are a friend, be loving.

'Yours gratefully and faithfully,

'matilda Carbury.'


'After all how few women there are who can raise themselves above the quagmire of what we call love, and make themselves anything but playthings for men. Of almost all these royal and luxurious sinners it was the chief sin that in some phase of their lives they consented to be playthings without being wives. I have striven so hard to be proper; but when girls read everything, why should not an old woman write anything?'


This letter was addressed to Nicholas Broune, Esq., the editor of the 'Morning Breakfast Table,' a daily newspaper of high character; and, as it was the longest, so was it considered to be the most important of the three. Mr. Broune was a man powerful in his profession, – and he was fond of ladies. Lady Carbury in her letter had called herself an old woman, but she was satisfied to do so by a conviction that no one else regarded her in that light. Her age shall be no secret to the reader, though to her most intimate friends, even to Mr. Broune, it had never been divulged. She was forty-three, but carried her years so well, and had received such gifts from nature, that it was impossible to deny that she was still a beautiful woman. And she used her beauty not only to increase her influence, – as is natural to women who are well-favoured, – but also with a well-considered calculation that she could obtain material assistance in the procuring of bread and cheese, which was very necessary to her, by a prudent adaptation to her purposes of the good things with which providence had endowed her. She did not fall in love, she did not wilfully flirt, she did not commit herself; but she smiled and whispered, and made confidences, and looked out of her own eyes into men's eyes as though there might be some mysterious bond between her and them – if only mysterious circumstances would permit it. But the end of all was to induce some one to do something which would cause a publisher to give her good payment for indifferent writing, or an editor to be lenient when, upon the merits of the case, he should have been severe. Among all her literary friends, Mr. Broune was the one in whom she most trusted; and Mr. Broune was fond of handsome women. It may be as well to give a short record of a scene which had taken place between Lady Carbury and her friend about a month before the writing of this letter which has been produced. She had wanted him to take a series of papers for the 'Morning Breakfast Table,' and to have them paid for at rate No. 1, whereas she suspected that he was rather doubtful as to their merit, and knew that, without special favour, she could not hope for remuneration above rate No. 2, or possibly even No. 3. So she had looked into his eyes, and had left her soft, plump hand for a moment in his. A man in such circumstances is so often awkward, not knowing with any accuracy when to do one thing and when another! Mr. Broune, in a moment of enthusiasm, had put his arm round Lady Carbury's waist and had kissed her. To say that Lady Carbury was angry, as most women would be angry if so treated, would be to give an unjust idea of her character. It was a little accident which really carried with it no injury, unless it should be the injury of leading to a rupture between herself and a valuable ally. No feeling of delicacy was shocked. What did it matter? No unpardonable insult had been offered; no harm had been done, if only the dear susceptible old donkey could be made at once to understand that that wasn't the way to go on!

Without a flutter, and without a blush, she escaped from his arm, and then made him an excellent little speech. 'Mr. Broune, how foolish, how wrong, how mistaken! Is it not so? Surely you do not wish to put an end to the friendship between us!'

'Put an end to our friendship, Lady Carbury! Oh, certainly not that.'

'Then why risk it by such an act? Think of my son and of my daughter, – both grown up. Think of the past troubles of my life; – so much suffered and so little deserved. No one knows them so well as you do. Think of my name, that has been so often slandered but never disgraced! Say that you are sorry, and it shall be forgotten.'

When a man has kissed a woman it goes against the grain with him to say the very next moment that he is sorry for what he has done. It is as much as to declare that the kiss had not answered his expectation. Mr. Broune could not do this, and perhaps Lady Carbury did not quite expect it. 'You know that for worlds I would not offend you,' he said. This sufficed. Lady Carbury again looked into his eyes, and a promise was given that the articles should be printed – and with generous remuneration.

When the interview was over Lady Carbury regarded it as having been quite successful. Of course when struggles have to be made and hard work done, there will be little accidents. The lady who uses a street cab must encounter mud and dust which her richer neighbour, who has a private carriage, will escape. She would have preferred not to have been kissed; – but what did it matter? With Mr. Broune the affair was more serious. 'Confound them all,' he said to himself as he left the house: 'no amount of experience enables a man to know them.' As he went away he almost thought that Lady Carbury had intended him to kiss her again, and he was almost angry with himself in that he had not done so. He had seen her three or four times since, but had not repeated the offence.

We will now go on to the other letters, both of which were addressed to the editors of other newspapers. The second was written to Mr. Booker, of the 'Literary Chronicle.' Mr. Booker was a hardworking professor of literature, by no means without talent, by no means without influence, and by no means without a conscience. But, from the nature of the struggles in which he had been engaged, by compromises which had gradually been driven upon him by the encroachment of brother authors on the one side and by the demands on the other of employers who looked only to their profits, he had fallen into a routine of work in which it was very difficult to be scrupulous, and almost impossible to maintain the delicacies of a literary conscience. He was now a bald-headed old man of sixty, with a large family of daughters, one of whom was a widow dependent on him with two little children. He had five hundred a year for editing the 'Literary Chronicle,' which, through his energy, had become a valuable property. He wrote for magazines, and brought out some book of his own almost annually. He kept his head above water, and was regarded by those who knew about him, but did not know him, as a successful man. He always kept up his spirits, and was able in literary circles to show that he could hold his own. But he was driven by the stress of circumstances to take such good things as came in his way, and could hardly afford to be independent. It must be confessed that literary scruple had long departed from his mind. Letter No. 2 was as follows; –

'Welbeck Street, 25th February, 187–.


'dear mr. Booker,

'I have told Mr. Leadham' – Mr. Leadham was senior partner in the enterprising firm of publishers known as Messrs. Leadham and Loiter – 'to send you an early copy of my "Criminal Queens." I have already settled with my friend Mr. Broune that I am to do your "New Tale of a Tub" in the "Breakfast Table." Indeed, I am about it now, and am taking great pains with it. If there is anything you wish to have specially said as to your view of the Protestantism of the time, let me know. I should like you to say a word as to the accuracy of my historical details, which I know you can safely do. Don't put it off, as the sale does so much depend on early notices. I am only getting a royalty, which does not commence till the first four hundred are sold.

'Yours sincerely,

'matilda Carbury.'


'Alfred Booker, Esq.,'

"Literary Chronicle" Office, Strand.'

There was nothing in this which shocked Mr. Booker. He laughed inwardly, with a pleasantly reticent chuckle, as he thought of Lady Carbury dealing with his views of Protestantism, – as he thought also of the numerous historical errors in which that clever lady must inevitably fall in writing about matters of which he believed her to know nothing. But he was quite alive to the fact that a favourable notice in the 'Breakfast Table' of his very thoughtful work, called the 'New Tale of a Tub,' would serve him, even though written by the hand of a female literary charlatan, and he would have no compunction as to repaying the service by fulsome praise in the 'Literary Chronicle.' He would not probably say that the book was accurate, but he would be able to declare that it was delightful reading, that the feminine characteristics of the queens had been touched with a masterly hand, and that the work was one which would certainly make its way into all dawing-rooms. He was an adept at this sort of work, and knew well how to review such a book as Lady Carbury's 'Criminal Queens,' without bestowing much trouble on the reading. He could almost do it without cutting the book, so that its value for purposes of after sale might not be injured. And yet Mr. Booker was an honest man, and had set his face persistently against many literary malpractices. Stretched-out type, insufficient lines, and the French habit of meandering with a few words over an entire page, had been rebuked by him with conscientious strength. He was supposed to be rather an Aristides among reviewers. But circumstanced as he was he could not oppose himself altogether to the usages of the time. 'Bad; of course it is bad,' he said to a young friend who was working with him on his periodical. 'Who doubts that? How many very bad things are there that we do! But if we were to attempt to reform all our bad ways at once, we should never do any good thing. I am not strong enough to put the world straight, and I doubt if you are.' Such was Mr. Booker.

Then there was letter No. 3, to Mr. Ferdinand Alf. Mr. Alf managed, and, as it was supposed, chiefly owned, the 'Evening Pulpit,' which during the last two years had become 'quite a property,' as men connected with the press were in the habit of saying. The 'Evening Pulpit' was supposed to give daily to its readers all that had been said and done up to two o'clock in the day by all the leading people in the metropolis, and to prophesy with wonderful accuracy what would be the sayings and doings of the twelve following hours. This was effected with an air of wonderful omniscience, and not un-frequently with an ignorance hardly surpassed by its arrogance. But the writing was clever. The facts, if not true, were well invented; the arguments, if not logical, were seductive. The presiding spirit of the paper had the gift, at any rate, of knowing what the people for whom he catered would like to read, and how to get his subjects handled so that the readings should be pleasant. Mr. Booker's 'Literary Chronicle' did not presume to entertain any special political opinions. The 'Breakfast Table' was decidedly Liberal. The 'Evening Pulpit' was much given to politics, but held strictly to the motto which it had assumed; –

'Nullius addictus jurare in verba magistri;' –

and consequently had at all times the invaluable privilege of abusing what was being done, whether by one side or by the other. A newspaper that wishes to make its fortune should never waste its columns and weary its readers by praising anything. Eulogy is invariably dull, – a fact that Mr. Alf had discovered and had utilized.

Mr. Alf had, moreover, discovered another fact. Abuse from those who occasionally praise is considered to be personally offensive, and they who give personal offence will sometimes make the world too hot to hold them. But censure from those who are always finding fault is regarded so much as a matter of course that it ceases to be objectionable. The caricaturist, who draws only caricatures, is held to be justifiable, let him take what liberties he may with a man's face and person. It is his trade, and his business calls upon him to vilify all that he touches. But were an artist to publish a series of portraits, in which two out of a dozen were made to be hideous, he would certainly make two enemies, if not more. Mr. Alf never made enemies, for he praised no one, and, as far as the expression of his newspaper went, was satisfied with nothing.

Personally, Mr. Alf was a remarkable man. No one knew whence he came or what he had been. He was supposed to have been born a German Jew; and certain ladies said that they could distinguish in his tongue the slightest possible foreign accent. Nevertheless it was conceded to him that he knew England as only an Englishman can know it. During the last year or two he had 'come up' as the phrase goes, and had come up very thoroughly. He had been blackballed at three or four clubs, but had effected an entrance at two or three others, and had learned a manner of speaking of those which had rejected him calculated to leave on the minds of hearers a conviction that the societies in question were antiquated, imbecile, and moribund. He was never weary of implying that not to know Mr. Alf, not to be on good terms with Mr. Alf, not to understand that let Mr. Alf have been born where he might and how he might he was always to be recognized as a desirable acquaintance, was to be altogether out in the dark. And that which he so constantly asserted, or implied, men and women around him began at last to believe, – and Mr. Alf became an acknowledged something in the different worlds of politics, letters, and fashion.


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Table of Contents

Contents

1 Three Editors

2 The Carbury Family

3 The Beargarden

4 Madame Melmotte’s Ball

5 After the Ball

6 Roger Carbury and Paul Montague

7 Mentor

8 Love-Sick

9 The Great Railway to Vera Cruz

10 Mr. Fisker’s Success

11 Lady Carbury at Home

12 Sir Felix in His Mother’s House

13 The Longestaffes

14 Carbury Manor

15 ‘You Should Remember That I Am His Mother’

16 The Bishop and The Priest

17 Marie Melmotte Hears a Love Tale

18 Ruby Ruggles Hears a Love Tale

19 Hetta Carbury Hears a Love Tale

20 Lady Pomona’s Dinner Party

21 Everybody Goes to Them

22 Lord Nidderdale’s Morality

23 ‘Yes;— I’m a Baronet’

24 Miles Grendall’s Triumph

25 In Grosvenor Square

26 Mrs. Hurtle

27 Mrs. Hurtle Goes to the Play

28 Dolly Longestaffe Goes into the City

29 Miss Melmotte’s Courage

30 Mr. Melmotte’s Promise

31 Mr. Broune Has Made Up His Mind

32 Lady Monogram

33 John Crumb

34 Ruby Ruggles Obeys Her Grandfather

35 Melmotte’s Glory

36 Mr. Broune’s Perils

37 The Board-Room

38 Paul Montague’s Troubles

39 ‘I Do Love Him’

40 ‘Unanimity Is the Very Soul of These Things’

41 All Prepared

42 ‘Can You Be Ready in Ten Minutes?’

43 The City Road

44 The Coming Election

45 Mr. Melmotte Is Pressed for Time

46 Roger Carbury and His Two Friends

47 Mrs. Hurtle at Lowestoffe

48 Ruby a Prisoner

49 Sir Felix Makes Himself Ready

50 The Journey to Liverpool

51 Which Shall It Be?

52 The Results of Love and Wine

53 A Day in the City

54 The India Office

55 Clerical Charities

56 Father Barham Visits London

57 Lord Nidderdale Tries His Hand Again

58 Mr. Squercum Is Employed

59 The Dinner

60 Miss Longestaffe’s Lover

61 Lady Monogram Prepares for the Party

62 The Party

63 Mr. Melmotte on the Day of the Election

64 The Election

65 Miss Longestaffe Writes Home

66 ‘So Shall Be My Enmity’

67 Sir Felix Protects His Sister

68 Miss Melmotte Declares Her Purpose

69 Melmotte in Parliament

70 Sir Felix Meddles with Many Matters

71 John Crumb Falls into Trouble

72 ‘Ask Himself’

73 Marie’s Fortune

74 Melmotte Makes a Friend

75 In Bruton Street

76 Hetta and Her Lover

77 Another Scene in Bruton Street

78 Miss Longestaffe Again at Caversham

79 The Brehgert Correspondence

80 Ruby Prepares for Service

81 Mr. Cohenlupe Leaves London

82 Marie’s Perseverance

83 Melmotte Again at the House

84 Paul Montague’s Vindication

85 Breakfast in Berkeley Square

86 The Meeting in Bruton Street

87 Down at Carbury

88 The Inquest

89 ‘The Wheel of Fortune’

90 Hetta’s Sorrow

91 The Rivals

92 Hamilton K. Fisker Again

93 A True Lover

94 John Crumb’s Victory

95 The Longestaffe Marriages

96 Where ‘The Wild Asses Quench Their Thirst’

97 Mrs. Hurtle’s Fate

98 Marie Melmotte’s Fate

99 Lady Carbury and Mr. Broune

100 Down in Suffolk

Reading Group Guide

1. In 1873 the London Times praised The Way We Live Now as providing a "likeness of the face which society wears today." More recently Cynthia Ozick called the novel "very contemporary, despite its baronets and squires and rustics, and despite its penniless young women whose chief employment is husband seeking, and its penniless young lords whose chief employment is heiress-hunting. If all this sounds as far as possible from the way we live now, think again." Compare the world of Trollope's novel to our own. What are some similarities? Differences? Could this novel have been written today?

2. In his autobiography Trollope writes of The Way We Live Now: "I was instigated by what I conceived to be the commercial profligacy of the of the age." Discuss commercialism as taken up by Trollope, and its effect on society, from politics to morality to relations between the sexes to art.

3. Discuss the "great financier" Augustus Melmotte. How would you characterize him? What accounts for his rise and fall? Do you find him to be a compelling literary creation? What other characters in thenovel do you find interesting?

4. For the critic James Kincaid The Way We Live Now is concerned with "people's cynical admiration for successful dishonesty, their evasion of the tawdry moral realities underlying it for the sake of its surface glamour." Do you agree? Is this insight helpful in thinking about the meaning of the book?

5. What are some of the social institutions Trollope scrutinizes in this work? Do you agree with Kincaid's assessment, The Way We Live Now "comes closer than any of Trollope's other novels to admitting the possibility that all existing social institutions may be obsolete and doomed, no longer having any real moral and economic foundations"?

6. Discuss the literary world taken by Trollope. How would you characterize the writing industry that Trollope portrays?

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Way We Live Now (Barnes & Noble Classics Series) 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
marikaMF More than 1 year ago
I decided to pick this book up again and re-read it in light of the financial disaster, possibly the biggest fraud in history, perpetrated by Bernie Madoff (not sure of first name). The story takes place in the mid 1800's London & surround...several titled, but money-less gentry are all pursuing the fabulously wealthy yet vulgar Melmotte and his marriage age (but unattractive) daughter. Throughout the novel there are murmurings of Melmotte's swindling and fraud committed throughout Europe but people choose to be blinded by his seemingly endless wealth. The story explores and elucidates the social mores (or lack thereof) of the Victorian times (a favorite literary time for me). We see how the landed folk are willing to pander themselves for a stab at becoming fabulously wealthy (no matter how that wealth was acquired)--they will stop at nothing to gain wealth without working (something they consider to be a dirty thing). There is also an American female character, Mrs. Hurtle, divorced and aggressive pioneer (or buccaneer woman) who is an interesting character acting as a foil to the gentle upper crust English ladies. Mrs. Hurtle represents the wild, untamed American frontier where anyone can start out poor and end up rich without regrets (although she would like to find a man and settle down to share her riches).
n00k_w0rm More than 1 year ago
The thing I like most about Trollope's work is the way he creates his characters and TWWLN was no different. They felt real right from the beginning. Trollope likes to control his characters' revelations through his narratives. He writes interesting histories about them that tells you the type of people they are and what to expect from them. As for the story, it's an intricately woven tale of people running after power and money and fortune. BBC has a mini series on this book but to understand the magnitude of the author's skills, one must read the book. For new Trollope readers, I would recommend reading some of his lighter books before picking this up. It is long and involved but definitely not boring. If you are already a Trollope fan, this should be your next book.
ninjajen More than 1 year ago
900 pages went by more quickly than i could have thought possible....great storytelling, impressive characters, and beautiful language.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Do not be put off by the thick Victorian presentation! This book, although written in an old-fashioned style due to its age, nonetheless grasps unsavory elements of human nature and the beginnings of characters we recognize all too well today.
Novelwriter47 More than 1 year ago
I had to laugh at how accurate the dipictions of human psychology and society in this novel. History does seem to repeat itself to a certain extent, and this book has much resonance with our current culture of greed. Also a joy just to read for the wit, solid writing and perfect structure. As a book doctor who edits wannabe novelists, I recommend this as a great model of how to assemble material into a fine book.
DavidGreene on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My first Trollope, and certainly one of his best.
Renz0808 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Considered Trollope's masterpiece this book centers around a brillant cast of characters with inter-connecting lives. It deals with many social and political issues of the time period across all classes. One of my favorite things about Trollope's books this one especially, is that he always portrays his women honestly and gives them strong independent voices. He really understands and accurately portrays all of the feminine issues of the day. I loved this book tremendously and I would have given it all five stars and more but I was a bit disappointed with the ending. Rogar Carbury is one of my favorite male characters that I have been introduced to recently and I wished he could have gotten a better ending. It was well worth the read even though some people might be a bit daunted by its size.
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I like the Barnes & Noble classic NOOK BOOKS. I have the sample THE WAY WE LIVE NOW but I found it time consuming to find Page 1 of the novel. There were no page number listed with the chapters. However I do like all the information that precedes the story but I would like it at the end of the book. Sometimes I like to refer to the addendum as I read. Accessing this information was not easy. I have read many Jane Austen novels several times over the years so I enjoy reading the addendum. I will choose THE WAY WE LIVE NOW in a simpler format. Then if it is a "must read again" I will choose the classic edition. Since I haven't read the book yet I really can't rate it but it looks promising so I will say 3 star and get back to you when I have read it. Before this letter is accepted, I hope I may see it in it's entirety so that I can edit it . Wealthy 937
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