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Moll Flanders (Norton Critical Editions) Paperback – November 25, 2003
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Moll Flanders is one of the best-selling novels of all time.
This Norton Critical Edition is again based on the first edition text (1722), the only text known to be Defoe’s own. It is accompanied by detailed explanatory annotations and the editor’s essay outlining the novel’s textual history.“Contexts” collects related documents on criminal transport, contemporary accounts of lives of crime, and colonial laws as they applied to servants, slaves, and runaways.
“Criticism” includes eleven interpretations by Juliet McMaster, Everett Zimmerman, Maximillian E. Novak, Henry Knight Miller, Ian A. Bell, Carol Kay, Paula B. Backscheider, John Rietz, Ann Louise Kibbie, John Richetti, and Ellen Pollak.
A Chronology and Selected Bibliography are also included.
- Print length544 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherW. W. Norton & Company
- Publication dateNovember 25, 2003
- Dimensions5.2 x 1.2 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-109780393978629
- ISBN-13978-0393978629
- Lexile measure1390L
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MY TRUE NAME is so well known in the records or registers at Newgate,and in the Old Bailey, and there are some things of such consequencestill depending there, relating to my particular conduct, that it is notto be expected I should set my name or the account of my family to thiswork; perhaps, after my death, it may be better known; at present itwould not be proper, no, not though a general pardon should be issued,even without exceptions and reserve of persons or crimes.
It is enough to tell you, that as some of my worst comrades, who are outof the way of doing me harm (having gone out of the world by the stepsand the string as I often expected to go), knew me by the name of MollFlanders, so you may give me leave to speak of myself under that nametill I dare own who I have been, as well as who I am.
I have been told that in one of neighbour nations, whether it be inFrance or where else I know not, they have an order from the king, thatwhen any criminal is condemned, either to die, or to the galleys, or tobe transported, if they leave any children, as such are generallyunprovided for, by the poverty or forfeiture of their parents, so theyare immediately taken into the care of the Government, and put into anhospital called the House of Orphans, where they are bred up, clothed,fed, taught, and when fit to go out, are placed out to trades or toservices, so as to be well able to provide for themselves by an honest,industrious behaviour.
Had this been the custom in our country, I had not been left a poordesolate girl without friends, without clothes, without help or helperin the world, as was my fate; and by which I was not only exposed tovery great distresses, even before I was capable either of understandingmy case or how to amend it, but brought into a course of life which wasnot only scandalous in itself, but which in its ordinary course tendedto the swift destruction both of soul and body.
But the case was otherwise here. My mother was convicted of felony for acertain petty theft scarce worth naming, viz. having an opportunity ofborrowing three pieces of fine holland of a certain draper in Cheapside.The circumstances are too long to repeat, and I have heard them relatedso many ways, that I can scarce be certain which is the right account.
However it was, this they all agree in, that my mother pleaded herbelly, and being found quick with child, she was respited for aboutseven months; in which time having brought me into the world, and beingabout again, she was called down, as they term it, to her formerjudgment, but obtained the favour of being transported to theplantations, and left me about half a year old; and in bad hands, youmay be sure.
This is too near the first hours of my life for me to relate anything ofmyself but by hearsay; it is enough to mention, that as I was born insuch an unhappy place, I had no parish to have recourse to for mynourishment in my infancy; nor can I give the least account how I waskept alive, other than that, as I have been told, some relation of mymother's took me away for a while as a nurse, but at whose expense, orby whose direction, I know nothing at all of it.
The first account that I can recollect, or could ever learn of myself,was that I had wandered among a crew of those people they call gypsies,or Egyptians; but I believe it was but a very little while that I hadbeen among them, for I had not had my skin discoloured or blackened, asthey do very young to all the children they carry about with them; norcan I tell how I came among them, or how I got from them.
It was at Colchester, in Essex, that those people left me; and I have anotion in my head that I left them there (that is, that I hid myself andwould not go any farther with them), but I am not able to be particularin that account; only this I remember, that being taken up by some ofthe parish officers of Colchester, I gave an account that I came intothe town with the gypsies, but that I would not go any farther withthem, and that so they had left me, but whither they were gone that Iknew not, nor could they expect it of me; for though they sent round thecountry to inquire after them, it seems they could not be found.
I was now in a way to be provided for; for though I was not a parishcharge upon this or that part of the town by law, yet as my case came tobe known, and that I was too young to do any work, being not above threeyears old, compassion moved the magistrates of the town to order somecare to be taken of me, and I became one of their own as much as if Ihad been born in the place.
In the provision they made for me, it was my good hap to be put tonurse, as they call it, to a woman who was indeed poor but had been inbetter circumstances, and who got a little livelihood by taking such asI was supposed to be, and keeping them with all necessaries, till theywere at a certain age, in which it might be supposed they might go toservice or get their own bread.
This woman had also had a little school, which she kept to teachchildren to read and to work; and having, as I have said, lived beforethat in good fashion, she bred up the children she took with a greatdeal of art, as well as with a great deal of care.
But that which was worth all the rest, she bred them up veryreligiously, being herself a very sober, pious woman, very housewifelyand clean, and very mannerly, and with good behaviour. So that in aword, excepting a plain diet, coarse lodging, and mean clothes, we werebrought up as mannerly and as genteelly as if we had been at thedancing-school.
I was continued here till I was eight years old, when I was terrifiedwith news that the magistrates (as I think they called them) had orderedthat I should go to service. I was able to do but very little servicewherever I was to go, except it was to run of errands and be a drudge tosome cookmaid, and this they told me of often, which put me into a greatfright; for I had a thorough aversion to going to service, as theycalled it (that is, to be a servant), though I was so young; and I toldmy nurse, as we called her, that I believed I could get my livingwithout going to service, if she pleased to let me; for she had taughtme to work with my needle, and spin worsted, which is the chief trade ofthat city, and I told her that if she would keep me, I would work forher, and I would work very hard.
I talked to her almost every day of working hard; and, in short, I didnothing but work and cry all day, which grieved the good, kind woman somuch, that at last she began to be concerned for me, for she loved mevery well.
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This edition of the book is fabulous. The last half of the book gives tons of context information! I highly recommend.
I'm an English Lit major in college. This is a must read.
To print MOLL FLANDERS in the original was a conscious choice on the part of the publisher--and a choice I'm not entirely certain I agree with. As I had a similar difficulty with John Cleland's FANNY HILL, let the reader beware. (Imagine trying to dig through the unedited manuscript of a contemporary writer whose writing mechanics are, to say the least, primitive, and you'll get the picture.)
That caveat notwithstanding, MOLL FLANDERS is a grand story--and eminently worth reading--no less than Fielding's TOM JONES or John Cleland's FANNY HILL. And one of the more interesting aspects of this novel is the point of view: in this case, first-person singular. In other words, a man (Defoe) tells the story through the eyes and heart -- and, however obliquely, between the legs -- of a woman (Moll). Moreover, he does so -- in my opinion -- quite convincingly.
What is perhaps most remarkable about the author of MOLL FLANDERS (but also of the more popular if not necessarily more notable ROBINSON CRUSOE) is that Defoe first turned his hand to fiction only at the age of fifty-nine! One has to wonder whether he was an example and an inspiration to Benjamin Franklin, who first turned HIS hand to the violin at fifty-three. Who says -- on the basis of this evidence -- you can't teach a (smart) old dog new tricks?
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10/21/13
Brooklyn, NY
Trompe-l'oeil (or, The Old In and Out. Of Love.)
It shows the immense chasm between a small class of wealthy people and the rest (Swift: a thousand to one). The latter were struggling for sheer survival and praying 'Give me not Poverty, lest I steal' ... to be hanged: 'If I swing by the String, I shall hear the Bell ring, and then there's an End of poor Jenny.'
But both classes intermingled.
As E.J. Burford quotes in his masterful book 'The Synfulle Citie':
Those who were riche were hangid by the Pursse
Those who were poore were hangid by the Necke
Defoe's Moll Flanders: 'the passive Jade thinks of no Pleasure but the Money; and when he is as it were drunk in the Extasies of his wicked Pleasure, her Hands are in his Pockets.'
Defoe paints the poor's religion as fatalism. Moll Flanders is all the time reproaching herself her Course of life, 'a horrid Complication of Wickedness, Whoredom, Adultery, Incest, Lying, Theft', but in the face of death at the gallows, 'I had now neither Remorse or Repentance ... no Thought of Heaven or Hell ... I neither had a Heart to ask God's Mercy.'
Defoe's work is eminently modern, with his psychological insight 'What a Felicity is it to Mankind that they cannot see into the Hearts of one another', and 'Modest men are better Hypocrites';
or, the ravages of alcoholism: 'the Drunk are the Men whom Solomon says, they go like an Ox to the Slaughter, till a Dart strikes through their Liver';
and his feminism: 'the Disadvantage of the Women is a terrible Scandal upon Men', and 'Money only made a Woman agreeable.'
Defoe's appeal to the reader - 'every Branch of my Story may be useful to honest People' - seems to be a smokescreen to circumvent censorship, because ultimately Moll Flanders prospers. This book is a perfect illustration of Bernard
Mandeville's 'Triumph of Private Vices' in his 'Fable of the Bees'.
Although some developments in this story are rather improbable, this superbly ironic and lively text constitutes an immortal portrait of the 'horrid Complication' to be a woman, here personified in Moll Flanders.
Not to be missed.









