The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman: LAURENCE STERNE (1713-68)
The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman: LAURENCE STERNE (1713-68)
The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman: LAURENCE STERNE (1713-68)
anatomy - a form of prose fiction . . . characterized by a great variety of subjectmatter (and forms, and styles) and a strong interest in ideas
delicacy of humour
Tristram:
misbegotten at conception;
mutilated in childhood
Laughs. Cumulated: tragic vision: life difficult and winding path, death
awaits.
PSYCHOLOGICAL/
PHILOSOPHICAL NOVEL
"Of who? what? where? when?" "It is a history-book, Sir,. . .of what passes in a man's
own mind"
RELATIVITY OF TIME:
(III, 8): it is 2 hours and 19 minutes, and no more, cried UT, looking at his watch,
since Dr Slop and Obadiah arrived, and I know not how it happens, brother Toby, but
to my imagination it seems almost an age
(II, 8): if the hypercritic will go upon this, and is resolved after all to take a
pendulum, and measure the true distance between the ringing of the bell and the rap
at the door, and after finding it to be no more than 2 minutes, 13 sec. And 3 fifths,
should take upon him to insult over me for such a breach in the unity or rather the
probability of time; I would remind him that the idea of duration is got merely from
the train and succession of our ideas
QUIXOTIC
HOMUNCULUS (I,2)
no such orderliness in Tristram Shandy: - born a third of the way through the
book, and the last 45 chapters of the book deal with events that took place five
years before his birth
the novel largely concerns itself with events and personages from before the
author's birth
tells the end of a story first, then the beginning, and then the middle
places, displaces, and replaces the people of his family (including himself) as
he likes
Tristram views his life through the medium of his opinions, and his opinions control
the presentation of his reminiscences
Writing when properly managed (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a
different name for conversation II, 11
HOW it is told.
PERFORMATIVE NARRATIVE
blank pages
mis-placed chapters
All my heroes are off my hands; -tis the first time I have had a moment to spare, - and Ill
make use of it, and write my Preface.
THE AUTHORS PREFACE.
No. Ill not say a word about it here it is in publishing it I have appealed to the world
and to the world I leave it it must speak for itself.
PLOT
Nonlinear narrative
No plot, no conflict
Epictetus motto- Not the deeds but the teachings of deeds are what concern man
Father & UT start to descend stairs in IV, 9 and finish action in IV, 13
Mother passes by open door of parlour, hears word wife (UT) and remains to
eavesdrop: holds breath, bends head, uncomfortable position, remains suspended for a
long period (V, 5)
shifts from one mode to another & from one language to another
wants to begin heros life ab ovo, goes beyond birth to moment of conception: only
apparently begins the book: makes fun of the "begin from the beginning" novel - gives
details not of his birth But of his very conception
denounces his own method a few pages later: for in writing what I have set about, I
shall confine myself neither to his rules, nor to any mans rules that ever lived
When a man sits down to write a history he knows no more than his heels what
lets and confounded hindrances he is to meet with in his way if he is a man of the
least spirit, he will have 50 deviations from a straight line to make with this or that
party as he goes along, which he can no ways avoid. (Ch. 14)
for in this long digression which I was accidentally led into, as in all my digressions there is
a masterstroke of digressive skill, the merit of which has all along been overlooked by my
reader, not for want of penetration in him but because tis an excellence seldom looked for,
or expected indeed, in a digression; - and I is this: that though my digressions are all fair, as
you observe and that I fly off from what I am about, as far and as often too as any writer in
Great Britain; yet I constantly take care to order affairs so that my business does not stand
still in my absence.
I was just going, for example, to have given you the great outlines of my uncle Tobys most
whimsical character; when my aunt Dinah and the coachman came across us and led us a
vagary some millions of miles into the very heart of the planetary system. Notwithstanding all
this you perceive that the drawing of my uncle Tobys character went on gently all the time;
not the great contours of it that was impossible but some familiar strokes and faint
designations of it were here and there touched in as we went along so that you are much
better acquainted with my uncle Toby now than you were before.
By this contrivance the machinery of my work is a species by itself: 2 contrary motions are
introduced into it and reconciled, which were thought to be at variance with each other. In
a word, my work is DIGRESSIVE, and it is PROGRESSIVE too and at the same time.
This sir is a very different story from that of the earths moving round her axis, in her
diurnal rotation, with her progress in her elliptical orbit which brings about the year, and
constitutes the variety and vicissitude of seasons we enjoy (though I believe the greatest of
our boasted improvements and discoveries have come from such trifling hints.
Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine they are the life, the soul of reading. Take
them out of this book for instance you might as well take the book along with them. One
cold eternal winter would reign in every page of it; restore them to the winter --- brings in
variety, forbids the appetite to fail
[] I have constructed the main work and the adventitious parts of it with such intersections,
and have so complicated and involved the digressive and progressive moments, one wheel
within the other, that the whole machine, in general, has been kept agoing. And whats
more, it shall be kept agoing these forty years, if it pleases the fountain of health to bless
me so long with life and good spirits. (Ch. 22)
READER
My good people, readers, Madam, Sir, My dear girl, Your worships and
Reverences
"How could you, Madam, be so inattentive in reading the last chapter? I told you in it,
That my mother was not a papist. - Papist! You told me no such thing, Sir. Madam, I
beg leave to repeat it over again, That I told you as plain, at least as words, by direct
inference, could tell you such a thing. - Then, Sir, I must have miss'd a page. - No,
Madam, - you have not missed a word. - Then I was asleep, Sir. - My pride, Madam,
cannot allow you that refuge. - Then, I declare, I know nothing at all about the matter.
- That, Madam, is the very fault I lay to your charge; and as a punishment for it, I do
insist upon it, that you immediately turn back, that is, as soon as you get to the next
full stop, and read the whole chapter over again."
HOBBY-HORSE
If people had windows in their breast, we could tell at a glance what someone was
like. But they don't, and we are liable to make many mistakes about their character. To
avoid these errors, Tristram says, "I will draw my uncle Toby's character from his
HOBBY-HORSE."