The story takes place on an invented island - Britannula. Imagine: Trollope, known for his plots of Victorian class and manners, writes, in 1882, a novel set 100 years in the future. Jenn, the group moderator, called it a dystopian piece of Victorian fiction in the key of Jonathan Swift's satire in Gulliver's Travels. An angle of repose, and the books topple, bouncing down the hill, and I bend and pick up one at my feet: 'The Fixed Period'. But all they did was push the TBR mountain higher and higher. And there've been some interesting selections for group reads, quality works just off the beaten track. I believe this is the only Trollope novel written in the first person: it is very effective.So, I joined the Literary People discussion group here when it was first created, armed as usual with the best intentions but, typically for me, lacking in participation.

Seeing these from the first-person viewpoint, watching how Neverbend tries to resolve common-sense and friendship with his convictions, is a fascinating process. Male stubbornness is a Trollope speciality, of course, and we have the inevitable scenes where Neverbend has to submit to bedtime lectures from his wife, just like Grantly, Proudie and all the rest. On the other hand, there's a lot of rather unfortunately-prescient reference to crematorium ovens, invoking quite a different set of associations.What makes it especially Trollopean is the way the story is tied to the viewpoint of President Neverbend, a reasonable, humane man, but stubborn in his conviction that the Fixed Period will be the salvation of mankind, if he can only get beyond the purely domestic problem that the first person to be killed is his best friend, the father of the girl his son wants to marry. Throw in a few pirates and some bridesmaids, and we've practically got a full set of G&S choruses. The silly plot and the little futuristic touches (cricket matches with steam-powered catapults, etc.) would have been ideal for a G&S operetta: apart from cricketers, we also get various peers and the Royal Navy. Everything goes very smoothly, until they get to the point when the first person should be 'deposited' in the new college prior to the humane ending of his life. It's obviously meant to be alluding to things like Gulliver's travels, Erewhon and More's Utopia, but the scenario calls W.S Gilbert to mind much more readily than Swift: The government of the young republic has enacted a rational, benevolent and enlightened new law that imposes compulsory euthanasia on everyone who reaches the age of 68 (Trollope was 67 when he wrote this!). Not quite what you would expect from Trollope: this late work is a satirical fantasy, set 100 years in the future (1979-1980!) in an imaginary former British colony in the South Pacific.

The Fixed Period by Anthony Trollope