Marian Evans Dies Her Best

a literary critique as poesie.

from Poetryfoundation.org

And that great obscured male Victorian novelist,
George Eliot, so to say, went from giving
no significance to Semitics to anti-anti-Semitics
in her later life. She’d go so far 
as to make her last protagonist, Jewish, seem superbly respectful and earnest,
though in truth she herself knew how vague
he was. She was dying her best 
to give him an uncritical respect,
she talks of him, Goethe like,
of longing of an apprenticeship to life.
She had, it seemed, grew an intimacy 
with this Jew-by-origin Daniel, and couldn’t made 
her heart or pen to fail him in his fiction of a life.
She’d go so far, being a woman herself,
as to question feminism, and though ‘twas
not a trending topic to rant about then in the era
she should in the least have felt some guilt 
while doing so. She asks of her other
unintentional, and coming out on herself from the book
female hero, alluding of the American War
exactly, “what in the midst of that mighty drama are girls and their blind visions?”
She’s talking of those ignorant visions,
that according to her are absurd and weak;
the heroine answers her creator, as if talking
under her own conscience, “in these delicate 
vessels is borne onward through the ages
the treasure of human affections”
and though it all seemed more sentimental
than persuasive and feisty, it must have
came out of the writer’s pen against her own will,
so that is something. Though now seeing, critically,
Evans didn’t actually hated or thought little of
femininity; it was her idea and belief
to show how this particular, high society woman
was tiny, in front of that grand drama of history.
She wished to show she was nothing,
and even though the heroine tried her best, 
rebelling the fiction out of the ink of her creator
Evans was stubborn, and focused when
she at last in the end made her petty life
turn out miserable, making her pay a great price
for her new, coming out of the pages freedom.


  • her novel talked in here: Daniel Deronda.

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