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The Good Soldier, by Ford Madox Ford
If this novel had been published under the title the author selected, “The Saddest Story,” contemporary readers would likely have had a difficult time locating a copy. But fortunately, Ford Madox Ford agreed to his publisher’s suggestion of The Good Soldier, and with that organizing idea, the novel successfully tapped the malaise and moral questioning of both the U.S. and Europe post-World War I.
The novel, published in 1915, looks at two couples, one American and one English. On holiday in Europe in the summer of 1904, the well-off Americans, John and Florence Dowell, meet Captain Edward Ashburnham and his wife, Leonora, in Nauheim, Germany. Dowell, the novel’s narrator, relates the story retrospectively, beginning with the famous first line, “This is the saddest story I’ve ever heard.” And sad it is, centering as it does on serial infidelities, madness, and suicide. At a Nauheim spa, Edward is being treated for what he claims is a heart ailment (“too much hard sportsmanship in his youth”), and one afternoon, the two couples go on an outing to see the museum of Protestant founder Martin Luther. Soon after, Florence and Edward begin an affair, though Florence’s aim “to educate the whole lot of us,” Dowell explains, is met with Leonora’s Catholicism, which prevents her from divorcing Edward.
The Good Soldier is built around more than one love triangle. Edward Ashburnham is unhappy in his arranged marriage with the strong-willed and strictly Catholic Leonora (they have not spoken to other in private for thirteen years). He is in fact a serial seducer, and Dowell’s story relates several affairs between Edward and vulnerable young women. Then there is Nancy Dufford, Leonora’s ward, whose liaison with Edward complicates an already-complex situation since by then she’s been noticed by Dowell too: “She had a tortured mouth, agonised eyes, and a quite extraordinary sense of fun.”
In his role as narrator, Dowell’s voice has an uncertain tone, but also an instinct to explore, revisit, and reconsider events beginning with Florence’s affair with Edward, those that lead up to it, and those that follow. As Jane Smiley writes of Dowell’s voice, he “freely offers his own self-doubts about his competence, both as an actor in the drama and as an interpreter, and he manages not to seem either untruthful or self-serving.” Dowell’s disclosures and opinions are insightful, yet shaded by doubt, a quality that recalls another narrator by another Ford—Richard Ford’s Frank Bascom. Bascom too has a disarming forthrightness that you can’t quite be sure of, in the pieces never quite add up, a quality that makes a character unforgettable.
The Good Soldier is filled with bad hearts, weak hearts, and hearts that are damaged, literally and figuratively. Florence feigns a bad heart to conduct an affair stateside with a dubious character named Jimmie, and commits suicide when she learns that Edward has begun an affair with Nancy. No one, in this novel, comes near to what they want, and if they do, there is disappointment. Near the book’s end, Dowell poses a question central to the characters and their story:
Why can’t people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.
In the end, Edward and Nancy are driven apart, though I’m not giving anything away, since plot isn’t the point of the book. The Good Soldier is widely considered to be the first modern novel, in its non-linear telling and subject of unraveling marriages. Events are presented, then return to be shown with deepened complexity. The modernity of the novel lies in its form, but also in its portrayal of collapse—between people, customs and religion, and of the self in a time of brutal war that brings the downfall of long-held notions of societal roles. The Good Soldier is a kind of anti-love story in which its characters, for reasons that run from madness to weakness to stringent piety, are denied it.
As Leonora says after the fateful outing to Nauheim: “Oh, where are all the bright, happy, innocent beings in the world? Where’s happiness? One reads of it in books!”