It’s such an important book, the first great psychological novel, yet few people can with honesty claim to have read it, and even fewer to have read it all the way through, past the violent rape scene that takes place halfway through volume five.
It’s such an important book, the first great psychological novel, yet few people can with honesty claim to have read it, and even fewer to have read it all the way through, past the violent rape scene that takes place halfway through volume five. Clarissa; or the history of a young lady is Samuel Richardson’s most prolix novel (at just about a million words, and eight volumes) and his most complex, telling in excruciating detail of Clarissa’s undoing by the vicious rake, Robert Lovelace. As you read, it’s extraordinary to realise that such a dense and insightful analysis of a tortured, sexually charged relationship between a man and a woman was actually written in 1747, a century and a half before Freud and Jung attempted to analyse motive and behavioural outcomes.
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