Quick-review: The Vicar of Wakefield

...by Oliver Goldsmith.

Originally sold for publication by Samuel Johnson in order to keep Goldsmith from debtor's prison, the book feels like a staging post on the way to Jane Austen.  That is to say, the cultural feel, the matters of class and decency, the misunderstandings, and revelations of fortunes all appear.   But it is written in a simpler style,  much briefer, and has the advantage over Austen that, quite often, something actually happens.

I suspect much of the humour and (probable) satire was lost on me:  I felt often as if it were happening but I lacked the cultural knowledge to pick up on it.  But the story itself was nice enough: the tale of a clergyman for whom everything goes horribly wrong and then ultimately is restored (Job style), with several philosophical digressions (some of which are very poignant for our day) and occasional poems.  Plus the slightly self-involved main character who really becomes quite loveable by the end.

A pleasant read but I suspect some knowledge of social history would increase its impact.