Soames and Jolyon are long dead, Irene is out of the picture, Fleur and Michael are just bit parts, but Volume Three still stands up in comparison with the earlier parts of the saga. It may be even better.
A pattern has admittedly emerged by this stage. In each book, the relationships come together and fall apart, as the narrative of a court case with a moral dimension keeps things moving, but Galsworthy's marvellous sense of poise carries it all through without a hindrance.
These are not particularly happy marriages. Hearts broken do not get mended, and unstable minds do not become stable. Indeed, Galsworthy has quite a harsh picture of how the world works. But then, it is compellingly real.
And utterly modern. There aren't veiled references to Claire's marriage to a sadist. It is right out in the open. The focus on the individual's rights against societal convention and the way unhappiness ensues is beautifully drawn out, and you wonder if this was the chord that hit home with the audience that watched it all in the Sixties.
I will be interested to see if the 2002 adaptation causes the same sensation. Or has the world moved past all this?
I don't think so. If the actors are any good, the drama surely can't fail. These are wonderful characters: Dinny, Dornford, Uncle Adrian and Uncle Hilary. For what it is worth, I think Claire is one of the sexiest characters in literature. But that is by the by.
Brilliant stuff, to be enjoyed again and again.