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Trollope is the overlooked Victorian novelist. No funny names, no three-hankie deathbed scenes, no ghosts.  What he does have is a cozy, avuncular narrative style, complex, sophisticated characters, and a multilayered society in which everyone’s options are limited by rank, class, money and social norms.

Trollope addresses the reader directly: whether it’s a discourse on the pleasures of fox-hunting or the hazards of financial speculation in the City (London, of course), Uncle Anthony’s calm tone and sly sense of humor are irresistible.