Adam Bede at The Valve: Book Four (Chapters 27-35)

(cross-posted)

Our group reading of Adam Bede continues at The Valve. This week’s installment includes the immortal Mrs. Poyser having “her say out”:

“Yis, I know I’ve done it,” said Mrs Poyser, “but I’ve had my say out, and I shall be th’ easier for ‘t all my life. There’s no pleasure i’ living, if you’re to be corked up for iver, and only dribble your mind out by the sly, like a leaky barrel.”

To which any one of us who has ever been accused of speaking out of turn (or just speaking too much) can say a hearty “hear, hear!”

Now, too, we’ve reached, not the crisis of the book, but a crisis at least, as Arthur’s guilty secret comes out and he and Adam face off “with the instinctive fierceness of panthers.”

One of the most compelling aspects of this volume for me is Arthur’s growing realization of one of GE’s most stringent moral laws: you cannot escape your deeds:

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds; and until we know what has been or will be the peculiar combination of outward with inward facts, which constitutes a man’s critical actions, it will be better not to think ourselves wise about his character. There is a terrible coercion in our deeds which may first turn the honest man into a deceiver, and then reconcile him to the change; for this reason–that the second wrong presents itself to him in the guise of the only practicable right. . . . Europe adjusts itself to a fait accompli, and so does an individual character,–until the placid adjustment is disturbed by a convulsive retribution.

She returns to the fatality of action in Romola

Our deeds are like children that are born to us; they live and act apart from our own will. Nay, children may be strangled, but deeds never: they have an indestructible life both in and out of our consciousness.

and again in Middlemarch

1st Gent. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves.
2nd Gent. Ay, truly, but I think it is the world
That brings the iron.

How often, in George Eliot’s fiction, do past deeds return to haunt, confound, or indict those who seek to leave their pasts behind? Your own actions are her version of Nemesis, as many critics have pointed out; when disaster comes, most of the time you have only yourself to blame–or, yourself and the particular “combination of outward with inward facts” that has created the context in which your actions became inevitable. Often, though, she embodies that doom: Baldassare confronts Tito, Raffles returns to Bulstrode–here Hetty and her unborn child represent Arthur’s moral degradation. One explanation that is sometimes given for the length and detail of George Eliot’s novels (in which, as has been pointed out here, there is often a long, largely discursive prelude to any distinct event) is that these outward and inward circumstances need to be established fully enough that we can appreciate the causes of the action, as well as anticipate the consequences. This is her idea of determinism, summed up by George Levine (in “Determinism and Responsibility in the Works of George Eliot,” PMLA 77:3, 1962) as an “idea-simple at bottom but leading to enormous complications-that every event has its causal antecedents.” Here’s a bit more of Levine’s explanation of this theory:

George Eliot saw a deterministic universe as a marvelously complex unit in which all parts are intricately related to each other, where nothing is really isolable, and where past and future are both implicit in the present. Nothing in such a universe is explicable without reference to the time and place in which it occurs or exists. This suggested that one can never make a clearcut break with the society in which one has been brought up, with one’s friends and relations, with one’s past. Any such break diminishes a man’s wholeness and is the result of his failure to recognize his ultimate dependence on others, their claims on him, and the consequent need for human solidarity. For George Eliot, every man’s life is at the center of a vast and complex web of causes,” a good many of which exert pressure on him from the outside and come into direct conflict with his own desires and motives.

Of course, as Levine discusses in detail, this view went hand-in-hand for her with a stringent commitment to individual responsibility. Interestingly, Levine uses Adam Bede to illustrate this point:

The point is that although every action is caused, few causes are uncontrollable in the sense that no effort to alter them can succeed. As long as the cause is not a compulsion, that is, as long as it is not physically impossible or excessively dangerous to will differently and as long as one is not so mentally ill that one cannot will differently even if one wants to, one is responsible for his actions. To take an example: in Adam Bede, Arthur Donnithorne was free to avoid the circumstances which drew him into sexual relations with Hetty Sorrel. He was aware that he should have told Mr. Irwine about his feelings, but he chose not to. And even though he was helped in avoiding confession by Irwine’s overly decorous refusal to make him talk, Arthur was under no compulsion to be silent. At one point in the conversation between Arthur and Irwine, Irwine figuratively and implicitly makes the distinction between cause and compulsion. Arthur says to him:

“Well, but one may be betrayed into doing things by a combination of circumstances, which one might never have done otherwise.” “Why, yes [Irwine replies], a man can’t very well steal a bank-note unless the bank-note lies within convenient reach; but he won’t make us think him an honest man because he begins to howl at the banknote for falling in his way.” (Ch. XVI)

The bank-note’s presence, that is to say, is one of the causes of the theft, but there is nothing in its presence serving as a compulsion to make a man steal it.

This is one line of interpretation we might wish to pursue, but as always, questions and comments on any topic are welcome.

In case anyone needs reminders or is joining in a bit belatedly, the overall schedule is here. Previous discussions have covered Chapters 1-5, Chapters 6-11, Chapters 12-16, Chapters 17-21, and Chapters 22-26.

Inquiring Minds Want to Know…

…why the recent flurry of Google searches for “humanism in Charles Dickens” from locations in India? Yes, I admit I peer at my ‘Visitor Information’ intermittently, mostly as a reality check (it keeps me humble!), but also because it’s interesting to see what posts or topics bring people by. Some time ago, for example, I noticed that a number of people searching for Margaret Oliphant ended up here, probably, I speculated, because there just aren’t that many other internet sources on her. Being flagged by Footnoted or by better-known bloggers has also brought over readers. But for this trend, I have no explanatory hypothesis. Still, since it took a long time to write up my posts on that topic, I’m happy to think somebody somewhere might be finding them interesting or useful–provided, of course, that they are also giving appropriate credit in their citations.

Barenaked Ladies Rock…for Kids!

Here’s a recommendation for those of you out there with little ones: the Canadian rock group Barenaked Ladies has released their first ever kids’ album, Snack Time! I’d recommend it for “Crazy ABCs” alone (“A is for Aisle, B is for Bdellium, C is for Czar…” through “P is for Pneumonia, Pterodactyl, and Psychosis” to the end–as they say, everyone knows Apple, Ball, Cat!). And “7 8 9” is awfully clever. (“1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 10–WHAT ABOUT 9?!” I’m not telling, but I bet your 6-year-old knows what happened.) My in-house expert (seen below) also gives a big thumbs-up to “Pollywog in a Bog” and “The Ninjas”:

The Ninjas are deadly and silent
They’re also unspeakably violent
They speak Japanese; do whatever they please,
And if you tear off the masks they’ll be smiling.

Is it just me, or is there something very … Canadian … about this album? (“I don’t want to be a bother, / But I think you’re in my seat.”)

(Rockin’ to “Eraser”)

Recent Reading

Well, Adam Bede, of course…but besides that, I have been doing a bit of other reading lately. First, though, I have to confess that my plan to work through A Suitable Boy has foundered. I don’t blame the book, which I was basically enjoying, though I do think the problems I reported before with unfamiliar vocabulary and so on did impede my progress. It just turned out to be the wrong time to start it up, what with my summer course and a chaos of other things. I’m sure the right time will come, but for now it’s back on the shelf ripening.

In the meantime, in between the final readings for my course (‘A’ is for Alibi and Indemnity Only–two quite different revisions of hard boiled detective conventions from feminist points of view) I’ve been puzzling over ways to tweak my reading list for ‘Mystery and Detective Fiction’ for next winter, in aid of which I’ve reread P. D. James’s A Taste for Death and Cover Her Face, either of which I thought might be a good replacement for An Unsuitable Job for a Woman. I’m not convinced, however. A Taste for Death is very good, and Kate Miskin provides some of the same counter-perspective on the Yard (though from the inside) that Cordelia Gray gives us in her novel. But it’s quite long, and my experience is that in a course drawing large numbers of non-majors it’s best not to get too ambitious with the reading load. (Our one fairly long one will continue to be The Moonstone, which is just too good, and too significant in the history of the genre, to pass over.) Cover Her Face is much shorter, but (as James herself remarks about it in her autobiography) quite conventional: Dalgleish emerges as a character with remarkable clarity and specificity, but I don’t see how I could make much of the novel for teaching purposes. So I think Unsuitable Job will probably remain. I also read the second of Alexander McCall Smith’s series “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency.” I had enjoyed the first one, and I liked this one too, but I can’t see my way to assigning it in class. I have had a couple of other suggestions from readers here that I have yet to follow up. What I’m most interested in (in case anyone has further ideas) is something fairly recent (post 1990, at least) that does something new and interesting with the genre of detective fiction. There are many good mystery writers around, but I’m not aware of any particularly new styles or approaches. I’m also looking for something that might go in the gap between The Maltese Falcon (1930) and Unsuitable Job (1972). If you could pick out one important style or writer from the 1950s or 1960s, who would it be?

I also fairly recently finished Sarah Waters‘s Affinity–not a new release, but the only one of her novels I hadn’t yet read. I’m a huge fan of Fingersmith (my most-recommended novel of the last 5 or 6 years), and I also admired Night Watch. Affinity is good too–but for me, not as compelling a read as Fingersmith, maybe because so much of it turns on spiritualism, which (to a dedicated skeptic such as myself) is intrinsically, well, silly, rather than suspenseful. The purely human ingenuity, deception, and malevolence that drive Fingersmith carry far more conviction.

I’ve also been re-reading Ahdaf Soueif’s In the Eye of the Sun. Sadly, my conference proposal comparing it to Middlemarch was rejected, and without any further information than that the conference organizers had received a large volume of proposals–there must still be some reason why mine was not among the chosen ones! (Side note: in this case at least, peer review was far less helpful than the input I received when I aired some of my ideas in blog posts!) But there are other venues, and I’m genuinely interested in thinking through the comparison, so as my summer teaching wraps up (terms papers still to come in and be marked, mind you), I’m trying to get back on track.

I’ve also rented Season 2 of The Wire. This may undermine my reading plans, but I have a cold and the kids are not in school or camps this whole week, so by the end of the day it may be as much as I can do to lounge and stare.

Adam Bede Chapters 6-10

The next post in The Valve‘s Adam Bede summer reading project is up; comments welcome! The reading pace seems glacial to me so far, but then I’m used to assigning upwards of 300 pages a week in my 19th-century fiction classes. And then it’s supposed to feel like studying, whereas this project is supposed to be sort of fun, and when I drew up the schedule I was afraid too heavy a load would scare people off. Also, it is kind of nice to read slowly. In another week or so we can take stock. Once the action picks up, people may get frustrated waiting to get to the good stuff. Which is not to say, of course, that there’s no action in this section, what with Arthur flirting with Hetty, Hetty making butter, and Dinah blushing…

The Reader

A couple of weeks ago I posted about an article on Scott I found at The Reader Online. I’ve since spent quite a bit of time exploring the website for The Reader Organization, including learning more about the affiliated “Get Into Reading” program, the “Reading in Practice” MA at the University of Liverpool, and The Reader Magazine itself. Yesterday I also downloaded Issue 29, currently available for free from the website. I am fascinated and energized by what I have found, especially in the magazine, which includes, along with a range of new poetry and fiction, several examples of a genre of writing (or criticism) I have been trying to imagine for about 18 months, namely serious literary commentary written for (but not underestimating) a non-academic audience. For instance, Issue 29 includes a sort of round-table on Wordsworth’s The Prelude with contributors including Stephen Gill, Michael O’Neill and David Wilson; an essay by A. S. Byatt on “the ways that novelists have taken up the slack after the absconding of God. Post-Darwin, post-Freud, human identity is an arena of DNA and sex. Can science and our own biological reality offer a route away from our narcissism?”; essays on Conrad; book reviews; and much more, including features specifically designed to help “readers connect.” I highly recommend downloading it for yourself and taking a look at this publication, which recently celebrated its 10th anniversary. Perhaps you will find yourself surprised and frustrated, as I am, to be learning about it so belatedly. (Though maybe it is already widely known and I was just unaware of it. Do I blame myself–for having academic ostrich syndrome–or distance–as I am not aware that the magazine has distribution in Canada?) Perhaps you will also find yourself inspired, as I am, to see such a reconciliation between ‘readerly’ and academic approaches to literature–and grateful to the internet, for making connections and discoveries like this possible…I’m not aware of another publication (or organization) quite like this one, in its joint attention to contemporary and ‘classic’ texts–though I’d be happy to learn that there are such.

Take That! Poetry as Punishment

Here’s a nice variation on the “Changing Lives Through Literature” approach to crime and punishment:

The criminal justice system in Ripton, Vt., prescribed poetry, of all things, as punishment — and we hope rehabilitation — for 25 teenagers (townies all) who broke into Frost’s old summer house in the woods last December. They trashed it during a snowy night’s bout of drinking and partying.

Skeptical at first, Mr. Parini, who teaches at nearby Middlebury College, accepted the invitation to teach the wayward teens. He did not pull any iambic punches in class last week.

One lesson was built around “The Road Not Taken,” Frost’s caution on the fateful choices that crop up in the dense woods of life. Harsher still was the choice of “Out, Out,” Frost’s account of a youth’s precious life spilling away in a sawmill accident amid the heedless glories of Vermont.

“They seemed shaken to their foundations,” said Mr. Parini, not that surprised. “A wake-up call: don’t waste your life.” (read the rest here)

Virtual Roundtable on Hamlet Tonight

From Nigel Beale @ Nota Bene Books:
Please know that I am, as you read this email, hosting an online roundtable discussion of Hamlet. Participants are as follows:

Ed Champion, Filthy Habits

Sarah Weinman, Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind

Anne Fernald, Furnham

Amateur Reader, Wuthering Expectations

Initial take on Act 1 has just been posted. Commentary on the rest will appear within the next 48 hours. Discussion will continue throughout the weekend. Please, take the three hours required to reread the play (you won’t regret it), and pull up a chair in the comments section.
Great idea, Nigel; I hope you get some good discussion.

Speaking of Updated Classics…

…apparently Ellen Page has been signed to star in a new film version of Jane Eyre:

BBC Films has signed the 20-year-old Halifax native in the latest adaptation of the Charlotte Bronte novel, with Page in the lead role.

The movie, scripted by Moira Buffini, still doesn’t have a director or lead actor.

Page has become a Hollywood darling of sorts after being nominated for an Academy Award for her turn as a wise-cracking pregnant teen in the comedy Juno. The movie captured a best screenplay Oscar for Diablo Cody.

This would mark Page’s first period piece. Bronte’s 1847 book chronicles the melodramatic love story of a governess and her employer, Edward Rochester.

It’s a piece of literature that has become a popular screen adaptation, with more than a dozen productions created for both television and cinema.

Any nominations for her leading man? Colin Firth, anyone?

I just hope they keep a lot more of Bronte’s dialogue than adaptations of the novel usually do. It’s much more crackling than the stuff the screenwriters usually come up with.

Update on New ‘World’s Classics’ Edition

Further to Miriam’s comment on my previous post about the re-launch of the Oxford World’s Classics edition, my OUP rep tells me that “the cover art and ISBN will change but the pagination will remain the same.” The exceptions, of course, will be books coming out in entirely new editions (the OUP blog post indicates, for example, a new edition of Anne Bronte’s The Tenant of Wildfell Hall–which, for a change, I am not actually teaching next year.)

In other news, I’m (obviously) in a bit of a posting slump. I blame the end of classes, which, for all the relief it brings, also sucks the life out of this job for me. I’m thinking about ways to liven things up again, though, at least until my spring session class begins in June. Maybe another modest series, something along the lines of “favourites from my bookshelf,” or “favourite literary moments” with glosses. We’ll see. (Any ideas? Any preferences? Anybody out there?)