Marian Evans |
In 1854,
Miss Marian Evans set sail for the continent. Accompanying her was no
maid, chaperone, or destitute relative bullied into it. She was traveling with a male companion by name of George Henry Lewes. He
was a fellow journalist of hers, unrelated to her, and married to
another woman. Middle class gossip started working overtime and a trip abroad was blown up to scandal size.
In this
most hypocritical of all ages called the Victorian era when bigots made rules and dominated politics, double standards where the norm. The trip taken by Evans and Lewes was social suicide. In keeping with the twisted morals of the time,
becoming a social outcast was reserved exclusively for women. The Bible ruled supreme and it's ten commandments were cut down to one: Don't get caught.
Upon her
return from the continent, Marian Evans was ostracized by her socialite peers; she
became a society pariah, unclean, a person you didn’t want to know for fear
that her sin might rub off on you like a visible sickness. It excluded her from going
to public places like theaters, she wouldn't receive any invitations anymore, nor could she visit any friends anymore should she have retained any at all. It meant
total isolation.
Consequently,
she retired from London to Coventry. There she found time and quiet to pursue her
favorite dream: She wanted to write a novel. Her first finished manuscript was
‘Scenes Of Clerical Life’ and was published under her chosen pen name. It
was the birth of George Eliot. His birth was a necessity; her name was mud, and women didn't write novels.
Later
books such as ‘Adam Bede’, ‘The Mill On The Floss’, and ‘Middlemarch’ assured
her of millions of readers and made her very, very rich. ‘Romola’, the
historical novel set in Florence, made her £7,000, which translates into half a
million pounds in today’s money. Her novels transformed a farmer’s daughter
into one of the most read novelists in the 19th century. In typical Victorian
duplicity, her work was praised in the highest terms while her person was
reviled and ridiculed at the same time.
BrendaMaddox’s ‘George Eliot’ was published by Harper Press. There are enough plodding and frankly boring
biographies on George Eliot on the market. Maddox on the other hand takes a quirky and
slanted look at the life of Evans. She concentrates on the private person and
works out the influence Lewes had on her writing while keeping the influence of
the public picture painted in her novels to a minimum.
The end
result is a rather short but very readable book that gives readers insights into the
times and circumstances of George Eliot. It paints a picture of a time that
gave birth to a type of novel equally time bound by its writing convention. If
you don’t like the too prosy biographies or want to complement the rather dry
picture they paint, this book is definitely worth reading.
Further reading
Choosing a Writing Pen Name
Literary Trolls
The Transvestite Surgeon
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