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- File Size : 1269 KB
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print Length : 348 pages
- Publisher : Pandora's Box Classics (March 24, 2020)
- Publication Date : March 24, 2020
- Language: : English
- ASIN : B0776ZM598
- Lending : Not Enabled
- Enhanced Typesetting : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
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On the positive side this book explores important and interesting things, namely the emergence of a Jewish national identity in England, the behavior of the English aristocracy, the position of women in society, human failings and familial ties. It’s all deeply interesting once you manage to wade through the paragraph long sentences that take up half a page and are so entwined with important ideas that you need to read it three times over to make sure you got it all. The writing is dense and so freighted with an urgency to convey an intense importance that I was exhausted wading through it. It does not help that while there are a few humorous moments there is no real relief from either the intense writing or the intensity of the characters. Hans Meyrick comes closest to a light touch but he is too ridiculous in many ways to feel like he fits in the story properly. The Meyrick women help more in this direction, but they are so good as to be almost unbelievable.
Unlike Middlemarch which had a whole range of characters that displayed a myriad of human foibles and behaviors this book is much more closed in its characters and the characters who get the most focus are depressed, morose, intense, and more than a little dull. Daniel Deronda was definitely the most likeable, but he was struggling with some very weighty stuff and we did not see enough of him. In a lot of ways it felt like Eliot was writing characters to fit the issues she wanted to discuss, and the result was that I did not care about the characters at all and the issues only somewhat.
I can see why this book is a classic. I can see why it is important. It is just neither of those things for me.
This is a multilayered, complex and captivating book and story. Eliot's writing is top notch, no need to comment, but I think this is probably her best character study. Gwendolyn is an incredibly complex character, though on the surface she comes off as one dimensional, and the book is really about her as much as the Daniel for which it's named. The secondary characters, like Gwendolyn' mother, are as usual, very entertaining and enlightening.
I was also impressed with the sympathetic portrayal of jews in Victorian England, surely not the norm at this time. This is certainly not a fast read, especially if you want to savor it, but well worth the time it takes to read it. You won't regret it.
My 2-star review is about this particular digitization of the source edition of the book. It is absolutely *full* of scan errors. The word "to" is very frequently rendered as "t6". Stray dark stains on the source text are quite often rendered as stray double-quote characters. It's really challenging to read; these errors appear on almost every page of the book.
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The plot, involving Gwendolen's horrifically bad marriage and Daniel's search for a life-purpose, is sufficiently diverting, but one reads this book more to enjoy the journey than to arrive at a specific destination. The novel begins in medias res and seems to end with many unanswered questions.
The novel alludes to many historical events contemporaneous to the time in which the story is set (1864-6). Whatever resonances Eliot expected her readers to feel from these allusions are totally swamped by the modern reader's knowledge of the calamities to occur in the next century. Her belief in nationhood seems especially naive in retrospect.
Daniel Deronda broke ground in its comparatively respectful treatment of Jews and Judaism; Eliot seems to have done a fair amount of research. One still cringes at times as old stereotypes are encountered, but, compared to Trollope, Eliot is positively enlightened.
If you are new to Eliot, you may want to try the novels mentioned above first, but you will definitely want to tackle this one subsequently.
Reading classic English is a challenge nowadays but the story makes one want to read on.
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Diese Kindle-Edition allerdings ist der letzte Graus. Auf jeder zweiten Seite findet sich ein Tippfehler (6f statt of!!!), Zeichensetzungsfehler (z.B. zu viele Anführungszeichen, sodass man sich oft nicht ganz sicher ist, wo jetzt die direkte Rede aufhört oder nicht). Das ist ein absolutes No-Go. Auch für 70 Cent sollte das Buch noch lesbar sein.
“And even in this beginning of troubles, while for lack of anything else to do she sat gazing
at her image in the growing light, her face gathered a complacency gradual as the cheerfulness of morning.
Her beautiful lips curled into a more and more decided smile, till at last she took off her hat,
leaned forward and kissed the cold glass which had looked so warm.”
Gwendolen Harleth meets Daniel Deronda at a gambling table from where they part ways even before a formal “hello” could sparkle, while we escort the series of events that lead them to meet each other on that table, and later, what followed that gambling.
Gwendolen could have been a walking natural disaster if beauty alone could kill people. Remarkably narcissistic and ambitious, she is so definite about what she wants and how to take it. Despite being someone everyone would like to dislike, her frivolous and overbearing self enjoys being the centre of admiration, demands herself alone to be at that centre wherever it is, and rest of the world must wait upon her as if it was created solely to accomplish that – a reality she doesn’t realise to be existing in her featherbrained head alone, until she meets the calm crocodile Mr. Grandcourt, an exceptional deviation from every ‘evil’ character Eliot created before. On the other hand, Daniel is a selfless youth obscure about what he wants in life, struggling with his own origin and identity in the grand scheme of universe. He is the most feminine hero I have ever come across, feminine not in his features and manners, but for his earnest feelings, loving compassion and deep understanding of people in his life.
Connecting these plots of stark contrast through Daniel’ tenderhearted nature, Eliot canvasses in Daniel Deronda every aspect of the desire to manoeuvre as the strong undercurrent shaping the fate of humans. Saying anymore about the story may attract spoilers but I cannot go without mentioning what I have learned about why this novel is indigestible to many, why it attracts criticism from every corner. It may not surprise today’s readers, but back in 1876 when Daniel Deronda was published, anything that portrayed Jews sympathetically created only violent disturbances everywhere it reached. Even Dickens and Trollop were anti-Semitic. Jewish Benjamin Disraeli might have been the prime minister of UK in 1876, but Jews were treated with extreme derision and revulsion in England [and everywhere] is what I understood. Jews criticised Eliot for Gwendolen and demanded her part be removed from the novel whereas the rest wanted only Gwendolen to remain and change its name to Gwendolen Harleth. Soon after Daniel Deronda was published, anti-Semitics were so dissatisfied that one of them even “corrected the mistake Eliot did” by publishing his/her own version of the novel in 1878; Semitics also had theirs, I understand. I wonder whether Eliot had read any of them or not!
That was yesterday; what about today?
I am not sure if Eliot is as famous as Brontes or Dickens or Austen. In general, the lion’s share of Victorian literature read today is ‘silly novels by lady novelists.’ Do we still address Charlotte Bronte as Currer Bell? But Mary Ann Evans is still George Eliot. Isn’t it worth thinking? While the auras of anti-Semitism as well as staunch Judaic notions with their varying intensities may generate a few criticisms, the general population with its tendencies to appreciate the charisma of brooding and narcissistic notions while discarding anything it doesn’t understand as dull and tedious seems to criticise Daniel Deronda more. This fight in literary universe over this book seems very unlikely to end any soon. Today we have a lengthy meticulous study about Daniel’s penis [trust me, it is very scholarly, without a tinge of vulgar observations] as a solid evidence of that and I expect this course of arguments and counter-arguments to pass all tests set by the future as well.
I am no one to value George Eliot’s writing. Yet, I personally feel that Daniel Deronda would definitely have surmounted Eliot’s own Middlemarch which is often considered as the greatest of all British novels, had she taken more time and care to craft it in a better way, for it has an even more sublime story to tell. Eliot had used a vast fortune of her profound learning in Daniel Deronda, not only because it is her style of art but also because the story desires such soundness to express itself. The shining pearls of wisdom scattered all over the novel seem to be a little more than adequate to allow its unrestrained flow, letting fitful halos of flashy fanfare outshine the beauty of the story and the purpose it was created for, making those 768 pages seem inadequate for the vastness of its scope. Had there been more delineation of events palatable for an average reader, I would never have wished for more of Daniel Deronda. Unlucky me!!!
Nevertheless, Daniel Deronda shall stay forever as my favourite novel. Objections are objections only when I compare Eliot with Eliot. Or else, Daniel Deronda is a peak far loftier than most peaks in the mazy mountains of English literature. I cannot describe in mere words the strange, dear attachment that evolved within myself for this story. Sometimes, the people we meet only for a few moments in our lifetime can change our entire life forever. We may never meet them again, we may never be together, but they live forever as the most cherished memories we have. And that is of enigmatic importance to me, beyond all little imperfections this handsome story and its handsome hero has got.