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The Forsyte Saga

John Galsworthy's The Forsyte Saga is a sweeping narrative that delves into the intricate dynamics of a British upper-middle-class family, tracing their evolution through the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The saga follows the fortunes and misfortunes of the Forsyte family, highlighting themes of ambition, materialism, and the changing social landscape of the era. more

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John Galsworthy
John Galsworthy

John Galsworthy was an English novelist known for his profound insights into the social life of late Victorian England. His works often focus on social classes and moral issues, with the Forsyte Saga series being particularly famous. more

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