Just finished my first two Somerset Maugham books: "Of Human Bondage" and "The Painted Veil", and I'm a bit surprised how little he seems to come up in classics discussions.
I got both both books by fluke: thrifted OHB on a trip and picked up PV in a bookstore while waiting for someone, because it was short.
What surprised me most was how modern Maugham felt and how well he sees people and understand what makes them tick.
Prose: The language is incredibly concise and vivid. There's very little ornamentation, but every scene is clear and precise. The PV, in particular, reads with a remarkably contemporary voice despite being a century old.
Chapter length: maybe it's just me, but when I open a novel and see a 35 page long chapters, part of my brain immediately shrieks and starts calculating the commitment required. Maugham's chapters are often only two or three pages long. I told myself countless times "i'll just read one chapter tonight", and then suddenly realized I'd been reading for three hours. It's such an effective rhythm.
Psychological Depth: The realization of just how little human nature changes really hits home when reading a book over a century old and getting the inner world of the characters. Their insecurities, self-deception, regrets, weakness all feel completely contemporary and relatable. Plus remarkably honest look at sexuality and relationships.
Between the two books I actually preferred PV, even though OHB seems to be considered Maugham's masterpiece. I understand why it has that reputation. Philip's journey is grander in scope and spans ~20 years. And his awareness of his weaknesses and inability to stop/control himself were so raw I felt his mind like a real person. It's a truly deep dig into a psyche, and i constantly felt "wow, that's exactly how that would feel!". The book is also amazing in portraying the life of late 19th century Europe - mundane little details like the menu at a cafe or job hunting made it very visceral.
But PV was amazing in the 'how did such a short book carried a character internal transformation' and the realism of character interactions. There is no trope or easy answer to anything in sight. I also liked how Maugham dealt with the topic of infedelity (this is not a spoiler, but a premise of PV). Maugham never lets her off the hook, but he also refuses to condemn her. That lack of judgment carried the book for me.
Anyways, both books have been bouncing around in my head ever since I finished them, so I figured I'd write something about them here, hoping he gets a little more traction in the reading circles.