But I must say that such a description cannot in any way refer to the English nation, which can be an example to the whole world for the wisdom, care and justice that inspire it in founding colonies;”
It’s truly one of the more peculiar phenomena that Gulliver’s Travels is so often regarded as a fantastical adventure meant to delight children. In reality, it is one of the most scathing condemnations of human beings to ever grace the printed page. The Reverend Swift is a virtuoso of misanthropic satire. Even with the extensive arsenal of footnotes (as exhaustively provided by this wonderful Oxford Classics edition), which are essential for a comprehensive reading of GT, the discerning reader still struggles to keep up with the vast array of the Author’s targets. In Swift’s world, nothing is held sacred, except perhaps that faint glimmer of reason that most people spend their entire lives attempting to extinguish.
The plot of the book is rather familiar to most. It seems like an innocuous account of the travels and hardships of a polite and resourceful British naval surgeon as he visits exotic places not found on any early 18th-century map. However, what many people overlook (including all those young ones who have watched subpar movie adaptations, like the one starring Jack Black) is that as Gulliver progresses through his adventures with tiny people, giants, and cities in the sky, he gradually loses heart in his sincere efforts to explain and defend his country’s social and moral norms. By the end of the novel, he is overcome with bitterness and disgust for the human race. The crucial point of Swift’s argument – which, as he proclaims in a letter to his pen pal, Alexander Pope, is to demonstrate that there is nothing rational about humans as rational animals – is delivered in Gulliver’s final journey to a utopia where talking horses embody all the ideals we supposedly uphold, while humans are merely a group of savage Yahoos. What follows is one of the most derogatory conclusions about the human condition that this particular reader has ever come across.
It serves as a hilarious yet sobering remedy for any wayward soul who still has faith in humanity.
I really, truly hated the main character. From the very beginning, he rubbed me the wrong way. His actions were often self-centered and his attitude was just plain off-putting. I found myself constantly frustrated with him and couldn't seem to look past his flaws. It was as if he was the only thing in the story that mattered, and I just couldn't get into it because of him. I tried to give him a chance, to see if there was more to him than met the eye, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. He was like a big, dark cloud that blocked out everything else in the story. I hope that as the story progresses, he will change and become a more likable character, but for now, I'm just not feeling it.