The Quest for Anonymity: The Novels of George Eliot

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University of Delaware Press, 1997 - Literary Criticism - 182 pages
In a new treatment of Eliot's booklength fiction, Alley argues that from the very moment she adopted a male pseudonym through to the major epic and tragic novels of her later life, the transcendence of fame was her major consideration. Focusing on one novel in each chapter, the study shows how the plights of Eliot's heroines and heroes do not end in frustration but in an affirmation of anonymous achievement, "the growing good of the world." For Eliot, heroism emerges through disclosure, rather than grandly executed action, and since the revelation requires discerning effort on the part of those watching, both observer and observed are celebrated.

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Contents

George Eliot and the Road to Emmaus
13
Scenes of Clerical Life and the Art of Indirect Idealization
27
Heroic Perception in Adam Bede
40
The Narrative OneRoom Schoolhouse of The Mill on the Floss
54
Silas Marner and the Anonymous Heroism of Parenthood
71
Romola and the Preservation of Household Gods
82
Esther and Rufus Lyon A More Regenerating Tenderness in Felix Holt
96
Lydgates Note and Dorotheas Tomb The Quest for Anonymity in Middlemarch
114
Celebrity Anonymity and the Heroic Voices of Daniel Deronda
136
Notes
156
Bibliography
168
Index
179
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