Middlemarch by George Eliot


This was the first book on my 2017 ‘list of betterment’ (see previous post in Nov 2016, on ‘The Year of Reading Dangerously’ by Andy Millar) or as I call it, ‘My Book/Reading Gym.’

I set myself a target to read 50 pages a day.  Some days I read more, on only a few occasions I read slightly less.  As I reached 600+ pages I galloped through the final 200 pages.

Readers have strong views on Middlemarch.  They rhapsodize about it, or detest it.  Not much middle ground in terms of the opinions I have heard. Well – I loved it.  I wouldn’t say it was the best book I have ever read or that it changed my life, but I definitely loved it.

George Eliot writes as omniscient narrator, and this along with the Victorian references and wordiness grated with me initially, until the brilliant characterization swept me along, and I became lost in the world of Middlemarch society.

The novel is set in 1830 and covers a wide range of the societal and political issues of the day, from medicine to parliamentary reform and education. I won’t begin to try and summarize the plot.  If you want to know what it’s about, google it my friends!  800 pages is 300 pages too long for a summary.

Instead I am going to tell you why I loved this novel.  The manner in which Eliot draws together all the different lives of the characters, and weaves the storylines between them, and makes the connections appear understated yet important, is nothing short of genius.   The characters’ lives weave, mesh and become entangled in the subtlest but most daring ways.   Two characters who may have not even met, suddenly turn out to be the cause of each other’s potential downfall.  The moral dilemma between Bulstrode, Dr Lydgate and the rest of Middlemarch society had me gripped and transfixed.

The two main characters of Dorothea and Dr Lydgate held the most interest for me.   Many reviewers have portrayed Dorothea as a saint and a specimen of perfection.  For me (as much as I did try to imagine how hard it must have been for women in the 1830s) she was an irritating sycophant.  She married the much older Mr Causaubon because he was so highly knowledgeable in her eyes, and so much worthier than herself.  Blimey, whip yourself a bit harder why don’t you.  She had him on such a high pedestal, it was inevitable there was only one way for him to go, which he duly did.  Down down down.     She then falls in love with Will Ladislaw, but cannot admit it to herself, or have anything to do with him until he proves himself worthy.  I know she had it tough, but I just yearned for her to show some feistiness, or some rebellion at some point.  Her self-pity and self-flagellation just made me want to puke.  Mind you, her sister Celia was worse, particularly when she became a mother to her darling Arthur.

Even though Rosamond (who married Dr Lydgate) was vain, self-centred and selfish, at least she had a bit of back bone and knew what she wanted.

My two favourite characters were probably Dr Lydgate and Mary Garth.  Humble, dependable, sure of themselves and their values. Poor Dr Lydgate.  My heart truly broke for him.  Marrying the selfish Rosamond, and struggling both financially and with his lifelong ambition. He needed a wife like Dorothea to fulfill all his needs, while he got on with his work.

Middlemarch is a book I imagine you could read five or six times and still not fully appreciate.  There is so much to it, my mind boggles just thinking about it.  It is a book I hope to read again in a few years.    To be honest I don’t think I got the full juice out of it on a first reading.  I also appreciated and enjoyed the exquisite writing, and marked many passages in the book.  One of my favourites regarded the nature of Mr Casaubon and his inability to enjoy anything in life.  A truly remarkable piece of writing:

“It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy; to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self – never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold…but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dim-sighted.”  (Chapter 29 Page 280 Penguin Classics edition)

Eliot’s wisdom is rare, her genius plentiful.  It may take some effort and some time to read this masterpiece, but certain things are worth the effort, and in my opinion, reading Middlemarch is one of them.

If you have read it, I would love to hear your opinions.  Who was your favourite character?  Do you agree with me re Dorothea, or do you think she is the true heroine of the novel? Pray do tell (sorry…went all Victorian there for a moment.)

Next up at The Reading Gym is:  ‘Les Jeux sont Faits’ by Sartre.   I will be reading it in French, but if you fancy reading along, you can get a translation entitled ‘The Chips are Down.’  What a hideous translation, but never mind!  It’s not that easy to get, so I fear I may be on my own with this one!  The next book after that is ‘Persuasion’ by Jane Austen.   I can’t wait for that one!

Thank you for reading.  I hope you enjoyed your stay at The Book Club Cafe!






Reflections on Reading


Before I start my ‘List of Betterment’ or ‘My Reading Gym,’ as written about in my blog post in November, see here https://thebookclubcafe.com/2016/11/  I reflected upon what I read in 2016.  I was in a book club which I left.  I left for several reasons, but the main one was that there are too many books I wish to read, without reading books I don’t wish to read.  Also, it was a pain in the ass to get to. However, I will miss the debates and the conversation.

Last year I read a variety of books, mainly for pleasure. I read Sarah Waters, Alexandra Fuller, A collection of short stories by Irish women called ‘The Long Gaze Back’, Alexander McCall Smith and more. Over Christmas I read two excellent books.  ‘The Emperor of Ice-cream’ by a writer from Belfast called Brian Moore.  It is set in World War II, and it is about a teenage boy called Gavin Burke who becomes an ARP warden, and how he grows from a boy into a man once the war finally comes to Belfast.

The second book my husband brought me for Christmas and it is ‘The Princess Diarist’ by Carrie Fisher.  Little did I know she would die a couple of days after I received the book.  I read it in one day.  It is poignant and funny and a great read.  I would highly recommend it.

I now find it funny that I can’t even remember most of the books I read in 2016.  This year I intend to keep a list so I don’t forget them.

Apart from my own Reading Gym, I am going to read exclusively for two other purposes.  Firstly, for pleasure and secondly, for learning more about the craft of writing.    I figure if I am reading and blogging about several classics, I deserve a bit of light hearted reading to compensate.   I also wish to read more about writing, as there are some excellent books on the subject, and I need all the help I can get.

I also have a huge number of books on my bookshelves that I haven’t got around to reading yet.  I love going to the library, but this is a bit of a problem as I always see at least five books that I want to read, and so I never get around to reading the books I actually have on my shelves.  Simple solution –  don’t go to the library.  That may not be so hard.   I am currently sitting in the library, trying to get some peace, and two school girls are sitting next to me and whispering in the most infuriating manner. The obvious solution is to move, but for the moment most of the desks are occupied.  I will keep an eye out until a quieter spot becomes available.  I should have stayed at home and worked.  I always come to the library thinking I will do more productive work, and it always turns out to be the opposite.  So, that could be a solution to that problem.  Stay away from the library.

Do you have any reading goals, or do you just jump aimlessly from one recommended book to another?  Do you read the same author all the time or always read new authors?  Or do you re-read your favourite books all the time?    I am curious to know.  Please tell.  For me reading is the ultimate pleasure, but only when you can lose yourself completely in another world, and you can’t wait to get back to the book.  Otherwise it can be tortuous.

If you feel so inclined, please feel free to read along with my list and give your thoughts and opinions on the books.   I have come to the library today to work, but also to borrow Middlemarch by George Eliot.  The first book on my list.  It looks daunting indeed, but Andy Millar dealt with it in ‘The Year of Reading Dangerously’ by committing to 50 pages a day, I might try the same thing.  Sounds doable.  I will let you know how I get on.

In the meantime, Happy 2017 to you all and Happy Reading.