A New Yorker writer revisits the seminal book of her youth - Middlemarch - and fashions a singular, involving story of how a passionate attachment to a great work of literature can shape our lives and help us to read our own histories.
Rebecca Mead was a young woman in an English coastal town when she first read George Eliot's Middlemarch,regarded by many as the greatest English novel. After gaining admission to Oxford and moving to the United States to become a journalist, through several love affairs, then marriage, and family, Mead read and reread Middlemarch. The novel, which Virginia Woolf famously described as "one of the few English novels written for grown-up people," offered Mead something that modern life and literature did not.
In this wise and revealing work of biography, reportage, and memoir, Rebecca Mead leads us into the life that the book made for her, as well as the many lives the novel has led since it was written. Employing a structure that deftly mirrors that of the novel, My Life in Middlemarch takes the themes of Eliot's masterpiece - the complexity of love, the meaning of marriage, the foundations of morality, and the drama of aspiration and failure - and brings them into our world. Offering both a fascinating reading of Eliot's biography and an exploration of the way aspects of Mead's life uncannily echo that of the author herself, My Life in Middlemarch is for every ardent lover of literature who cares about why we read books, and how they read us.
"The wonderful Kate Reading is the ideal narrator for this quintessentially British audiobook. She's a master of intonation and offers the most lovely of accents to enliven this unusual text." (AudioFile)
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- Doggy Bird "Avid reader of classics and fiction, history and well-written genre novels. Music lover and huge audiobook fan."
Redding is a capable narrator with an authoritative presence about her. I've enjoyed other books she's narrated.
I have my doubts, but perhaps. Mead seems like a good writer, so I might read some of her other stuff if it recommended itself independently. I certainly wound't seek out her other writings simply based on this book.
This book is not really the work it claims to be, that is part autobiography, part reflection on Middlemarch with an emphasis on how Middlemarch influenced the author's thinking or parallels her own life. The book is essentially an extended exposition on the life and writings of Mary Ann Evans (George Eliot) by a writer who is infatuated by her. I found the work somewhat instructive about the life and times of Eliot, and it certainly gave me better insight into what a remarkable woman she was. However, the book is really just a work of predominantly effusive criticism about Middlemarch and sundry other works of Eliot's. Unlike other bibliomemoirs, though, the book lacks the sense of intimacy that it might be expected to have if it possessed an autibiographical aspect, which this book only ostensibly has. So little of Mead's life is revealed in the pages of the book that the possibility of connection with her own story arrives dead and opaque. The parallels and points of contact between Mead's life and the story and characters of Middlemarch are rare and are given only the most superficial treatment. Joyce Carol Oates wrote a (largely glowing) review of the book in the Jan 23, 2014 NY Times called "Deep Reader," which I recommend. It certainly gives a much better account of what to expect from the book, and it's written by someone who loved the book and is herself a great writer. Near the beginning of Oates' review she says "The most engaging bibliomemoirs establish the writer’s voice in counterpoint to the subject, with something more than adulation or explication at stake." To my mind, Mead has failed to disentangle herself from the subject she so adores. I imagine this book will best resonate with readers already enamored with Eliot who want to hear her praises sung some more.