I’ve been working on a project about women writers to amuse myself, and came across the following, quoted in an old Harper’s Magazine “reading” section:
Novel-writing has of late years devolved so largely upon women, that it is quite rare to meet with a well-matured and carefully executed novel by a man of genius. In novels written by women, the exaltation and predominance of one class of feelings, and the slight and inadequate treatment of all that lies beyond their immediate influence, make even the best of them seem disproportionate and unreal. The life which they represent is a kind of Saturnalia of love and the domestic affections, the practical business part of it being either slurred over or ludicrously misapprehended. Novels written by men are nearly always more in keeping with the actual world, have a wider outlook, and embrace a greater variety of interests. Even if they are dull, there is generally some positive, impersonal sort of knowledge to be gained from them; when they are original and clever and artistically constructed, they are more delightful as well as more profitable than the best novels by women. Adam Bede is one of the best of this class of novels… After a course of the feverish, self-critical, posted-up-to-the-latest-dates novels of the present day, reading Adam Bede is like paying a visit from town to the open hill sides, pure air, and broad sunshine of the country which it describes. We trust it may be no longer than is necessary for the conscientious attainment of the high standard reached in this book before we shall meet Mr. Eliot again.
This is The Economist, March 5, 1859, commenting on the work of George Eliot, née Mary Ann Evans.
That’s just hilarious! I’d love to know what the idiot who wrote that thought when he discovered who “Mr. Eliot” was.
That was a fantastic emotional 180 at the end there. All of my building rage transformed instantaneously into smug delight.
LOL! That is truly awesome. I would love to know what she thought of that…
You just made my day!
And that is exactly why so many women wrote under male names at that time!
Ah, the irony is so exquisite and delectable! *savors*
That is great. Women rock!
Zing!
I bet that was one embarrassed reviewer. Nice work, pal.
I read a blog, which I can’t find now, about a guy with a strange first name whose autobiographical work was rejected because the reviewer assumed he was female. He was given notes about how he isn’t able to write convincing male characters. Which is to say, sadly not much has changed.
Ha- that was brilliant!
I remember reading once that Marion Zimmer Bradley was able to succeed in part because her name was spelled the “male” way. And it came as a shock to my mother when I pointed out that Andre Norton was also a woman. Mom had been reading Norton before I was born, and I had to show her a dust jacket photo to prove it!
This post has made my day. AWESOME.
That was pure awesome. Thank you for posting it because it made my day infinitely more enjoyable.
God, I needed a laugh. Thank you.