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I managed to get through "The Forsyte Saga" by John Galsworthy. The book reminded me of Bert Hellinger’s visual aid on family constellations. The Forsyte dynasty, with their traditions, drive for wealth accumulation, unique traits, and aristocratic distinctions. And of course, it highlights how high society sets itself apart from the crowd—this is an inherited dominant trait. Wealth accumulation is the most important life goal for the Forsytes: making money from money and not dying without passing their capital to their children to perpetuate their name, their significant place in society, and the immortality of their lineage. The entire clan of the family relives and experiences their emotions through their descendants. Unresolved feelings are re-lived and flare up brightly in the youngest members. Love triangles are not resolved but haunt the characters. Galsworthy is a subtle psychologist. After all, emotions are meant to be felt, experienced. What the parents didn’t live through catches up with their children. Like tangled threads that demand resolution. Alas, only through pain, loss, and sacrifice is this possible... All the characters in the saga are alive, at times far from morality. I lived through and empathized with the fates of the author’s characters alongside him. I love books about beauty. English classics embody love for one’s people, nature, and a craving for beauty and luxury. And of course, it highlights how aristocrats distinguish themselves from the crowd—and how this sense is passed down through blood. Even the most unpleasant character by the end of this endless work touched me with their devotion to their values, which are not so characteristic of me.
The saga is a work about the time of existence, which flows, changes, and cannot be fought against—only adapted to without losing oneself.
The book impressed me! John Galsworthy received the Nobel Prize in Literature "for his outstanding art of narration."
The saga is a work about the time of existence, which flows, changes, and cannot be fought against—only adapted to without losing oneself.
The book impressed me! John Galsworthy received the Nobel Prize in Literature "for his outstanding art of narration."
