Middlemarch

By George Eliot

Middlemarch, A Study of Provincial Life is a novel by English author George Eliot, first published in eight instalments (volumes) during 1871–2. The novel is set in the fictitious Midlands town of Middlemarch during 1829–32, and it comprises several distinct (though intersecting) stories and a large cast of characters. Significant themes include the status of women, the nature of marriage, idealism, self-interest, religion, hypocrisy, political reform, and education. Although containing comical elements, Middlemarch is a work of realism that refers to many historical events: the 1832 Reform Act, the beginnings of the railways, the death of King George IV, and the succession of his brother, the Duke of Clarence (the future King William IV). In addition, the work incorporates contemporary medical science and examines the deeply reactionary mindset found within a settled community facing the prospect of unwelcome change. Eliot began writing the two pieces that would eventually form Middlemarch during the years 1869–70 and completed the novel in 1871. Although the first reviews were mixed, it is now widely regarded as her best work and one of the greatest novels in English.

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Eliot
• Release date: Sep 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9788893150071

George Eliot

George Eliot was the pseudonym for Mary Anne Evans, one of the leading writers of the Victorian era, who published seven major novels and several translations during her career. She started her career as a sub-editor for the left-wing journal The Westminster Review, contributing politically charged essays and reviews before turning her attention to novels. Among Eliot’s best-known works are Adam Bede, The Mill on the Floss, Silas Marner, Middlemarch and Daniel Deronda, in which she explores aspects of human psychology, focusing on the rural outsider and the politics of small-town life. Eliot died in 1880.

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Reviews for Middlemarch

[porius_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Trollope loved george eliot & g. lewes, that's enough for me.

[ainjel-3 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Is it blasphemous to say this book disappointed me?

Listen. It's a fine story. There's nothing inherently wrong with it. It's a lovely look at provincial life, full of the drama and romantic tension one expects from 19th century literature. But that's-- all it was to me. It was nothing special, nothing life hanging.

I liked it, sure, but maybe I wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

I'm glad I read it, but I doubt I'll be picking it up again any time soon.

[darthdeverell · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

In Middlemarch, George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) examines life in the fictional Midlands town of Middlemarch, focusing on various characters and their intersecting narratives in order to examine women’s role in society, the place of religion, contemporary politics, and more. Eliot’s writing comments on the internalized misogyny of her time. In one instance, Mrs. Vincy says in conversation with Rosamond, “Oh, my dear, you must allow for young men. Be thankful if they have good hearts. A woman must lean to put up with little things. You will be married some day” (pg. 105). This view of marriage runs through most of the book, with both Dorothea and Lydgate experiencing failed marriages. Eliot continues, “[Mrs. Garth] was not without her criticism of [her neighbors] in return, being more accurately instructed than most matrons in Middlemarch, and… apt to be a little severe towards her own sex, which in her opinion was framed to be entirely subordinate. On the other hand, she was disproportionately indulgent towards the failings of men, and was often heard to say that these were natural” (pg. 262).In discussing the role of art, Will Ladislaw and Dorothea Casaubon debate the work of Tamburlaine, which Will argues represents “earthquakes and volcanoes” as well as “migrations of races and clearings of forests – and America and the stream-engine” (pg. 231). Change runs as a through-line in the book, specifically the Reform Act of 1867, which doubled the adult male enfranchisement rate in England and Wales. Eliot begins hinting at this as she discusses the role of politics in rural life (chapter 18). Further discussions of art include references to significant authors of the day, including Sir Walter Scott, Lady Blessington, and L.E.L. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon), the poet (pg. 291).In a lengthy aside on politics, Eliot writes, “The doubt hinted by Mr. Vincy whether it were only the general election or the end of the world that was coming on, now that George the Fourth was dead. Parliament dissolved, Wellington and Peel generally depreciated, and the new king apologetic was a feeble type of the uncertainties in provincial opinion at that time. With the glow-worm lights of country places, how could men see which were their own thoughts in the confusion of a Tory ministry passing Liberal measures, of Tory nobles and electors being anxious to return Liberals rather than friends of the recreant ministers, and of outcries for remedies which seemed to have a mysteriously remote bearing on private interest and were made suspicious by the advocacy of disagreeable neighbours?” (pg. 383). Here, then, is material that sheds light on the rapid political changes occurring in the latter half of the nineteenth century. While the book can be slow at times, Eliot’s commentary on social issues, in particular the dynamics of marriage and political change, will be of interest to anyone studying the late-Victorian era.

[sweet_serenity · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A very nicely written book that gives a rounded view of the town of Middlemarch by bringing together the points of view of a cast of different characters. The book went deep into the psychology of each character which was intriguing, and I really loved the characters of Dorothea and Mary. The book has a strong thoughtful streak, and George Eliot has a lot of insightful things to say about the world. It is also a very realistic book, no wild gothic drama.

On the downside, it is a very long book, and I did lose interest in some parts, particularly in Bulstrode & Lydgate's chapters. And the ending was a little unsatisfying.

What books would I compare this to? Well, it has a dash of Vanity Fair in its past perspective & ambition, a streak of Le Miserable in its ensemble cast, a dollop of Dickens with its ideology, and a hint of Austen in its wit.

I wouldn't recommend this as light reading, but if you have the time to commit to it, it is really a quite special book.

[fuzzi_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A thoughtful yet entertaining read about the people and customs of an English town from the earlier part of the 19th century. The characters are very well drawn, their personalities are not superficial, and I was willingly dragged into the story, something I expect a very well-written book should do. This tale is never boring, but as the sentences often have deeper meanings one needs to take time to read this work slowly, unhurried, and without distraction. Quite good and worth the time and effort. Solid.

[xiaomarlo · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

It's most interesting in the ways she differs from Austen. Much more political and philosophical and concerned with morals and the class system. I liked how it swept over many of the citizens of Middlemarch. It was about the whole town.

[petroglyph_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. It was not a good idea to read this book alongside The red and the black, that cold research lab where only the main character is real and all the others are plot devices to trigger psychological and/or political observations. It made Stendhal’s books look so much worse, and Eliot’s book so much superior. But Middlemarch isn’t just great in comparison, it’s great, full stop. Eliot's quiet snarkiness worked its magic on me from the first few pages, where there are plenty of leisurely descriptions of country life that she then undercuts with a precisely timed placing of a tongue in her cheek. Expertly done, and it works on two levels -- "let me tell you how these people think things work", and "I'll make a joke so you and I both know that things are actually more complex than that; but we still understand why these people think so". Good stuff. Most of this book centres around the travails of four couples and their immediate families (or lack thereof). That means there’s a fairly large cast to keep track of, but that is exactly where this book’s strength lies: their interactions and conflicts are brilliantly developed. All her characters feel like real, three-dimensional people who act in accordance with their convincingly-portrayed psychological makeup. Relatively few of the conflicts in this book are due to coincidence; it’s real-seeming characters behaving in uncontrived but conflicting ways. Very well done, that. Eliot also makes this seem so effortless and genuine and unartificial, which is another big mark in her favour. And finally, while she cares about all her characters (the omniscient authorial voice will sometimes straight-up tell readers as much), she does not shrink back from subjecting them to ruin and despair -- her caring for these characters does emphatically not trump the consequences of their unfavourable (in)actions or incompatible desires. This was a wonderful read by an author who knows what they are doing. Those are the best books.

[nx74defiant · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Tales of people, how other's expectations don't match the reality.

[antao-3 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

(Original Review, 2002-06-15)A drop of water on your head is easy to ignore; a constant drop in the same spot becomes a form of torture.For some women, their big problem is they can't kick out a cheating boyfriend. For others, their problem is they can't say no to a bridezilla best friend. Others are hung up on their bosses, or confused about their careers, or having issues with overbearing mothers, or with parents getting divorced, etc. In fact, the full range of human experience that a young single woman in her twenties might encounter. How about going for a long walk instead of watching TV, putting down your (collective you, not you, VoxGirl) fork, and drinking water, unsweetened tea and black coffee instead of sodas and lattes? High self-esteem out the ying-yang will naturally result, and as a bonus, no more need for chick-lit.As for the 'it's the women's fault for having low self-esteem' argument, well, if you want to be in a loving relationship or married someday, and your looks have been made fun of for most of your life, and then almost every form of media available to you during the course of your entire life, from books to movies to TV shows to advertisements show beautiful women - and almost exclusively beautiful women - finding love, it just may affect you, no matter how strong you are and how confident you may be in other aspects of your life.Quite a lot of TV shows, movies, etc. show average-looking men (even without power or status) who win the hearts of (or are married to) stunningly beautiful women; how many TV shows or movies have average-looking women (without power or status) winning the hearts of (or being married to) stunningly handsome men?It's not just chick-lit; even literature and literary novels about love and marriage, whether George Eliot's “Middlemarch” to Jeffrey Eugenides's “The Marriage Plot”, tend to feature very beautiful women as the romantic leads. If I want to read about a pleasant-looking-but-not-beautiful romantic heroine in “literature,” I can safely turn to Austen or the Brontës, but I'm having trouble thinking of more examples.

[tloeffler_3 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Middlemarch is a small English town, with all the requisite townfolk. In the 1830s, we find Dorothea Brooke, an idealistic young lady looking for a lofty and intellectual husband. She thinks she had found it in Edward Casaubon, an older scholar and reverend who is writing a religous history that she hopes to assist him with. Tertius Lydgate is an idealistic doctor, who hopes to follow his dream of actual doctoring ill patients, rather than lining the pharmacys pockets with prescription writing. He falls in love with the haughty and spoiled Rosamond Vincy. Her brother Fred Vincy is a gadabout, waiting for an ancient relative to die so he can inherit his money & land. The book takes these stories and the stories of the other townspeople and turns them in to a delightful look at the times. You can see the disasters coming, thanks to the authors asides, but the characters cannot see them, and it is great fun to watch the ups and downs of the people in Middlemarch.

[ameise1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This was a pleasant light reading, which has not really captivated me. It is a social study with about a provincial town filled with being in love, marriages, deaths, money worries and happiness. Most actions were predictable and relatively typical of that time. You will quickly become familiar with all protagonists and almost can already guess what happens before it undergoes in the book.

[nadinec.keels · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

In all honesty, I enjoyed it more and read it faster than I thought I would. My favorite line of Eliot's came at the end: "...for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs."Of all the characters, I liked Rosamond the least (Mr. Casaubon coming in a close second to "Rosy"), and I liked Dorothea the best. In the end, I'm glad "Dodo" went for it.

[jbd1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Yet another of those books that escaped me far, far longer than it should have. It was a great joy to dive into this world, and while there were definitely a few characters (probably more than a few) that I wanted to reach out and shake some sense into, I enjoyed it thoroughly. The Modern Library edition I read had some odd typos (many d's were replaced with t's, for no discernible reason), so beware that version perhaps, but it's a classic for a reason, and one I'm sure I'll come back to.

[bookangel_a · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Middlemarch is primarily the story of Dorothea Brooke - a woman who wants to make the world a better place at a time when women were not encouraged to have ideas outside of their own homes. This ardent desire leads her to make some poor choices, and some admirable ones.This book is also a story about marriage. We see how Dorothea's marriage turns out - her sister Celia's marriage (Celia is the typical woman of her day), Rosamund's (the spoiled town beauty) marriage, and the marriage prospects of Mary Garth, a poor working girl.The author helps us to get inside the minds of her characters, which helps us to decide if we like them or not, or if we've made similar choices too. Often I found myself sympathizing with a character I initially disliked, because I was helped to see their emotions.It's very much a grown up book. If I had read this in my teens I would not have gained as much from the reading. There's no "and they lived happily ever after" here - Eliot keeps the story grounded.If I had to sum up [Middlemarch], I'd say Eliot gives us an inside view of the lives of women in her day. There's also quite a bit of political talk, helping us see what it must have been like to live in England while so much was starting to change.For me, this book was just about perfect. One day I'd like to re-read it because I know there are some things I missed this time around.

[jarvenpa · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I have a customer, an old gentleman who has written many books himself, who insists that Middlemarch is the best novel ever written. I'm not sure I'd go quite that far, but it is superb, and worth reading if only for the character of Dorothea. And the way the weather, as in silent films, uncannily accompanies the underlying emotional turning points in the novel.

[medellia_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

(a very few spoilers) How does one really go about writing a review for a novel like Middlemarch? There’s just so much here, a great cast of characters, good story, beautiful--if difficult--prose, preternaturally acute observations about human and individual nature, philosophy, politics, religion, art, science, family relations, marriage… and the list goes on. I enjoyed this novel immensely and place it among my top 3 favorite novels. I finished it over a week ago but haven’t stopped flipping back through it yet.The action of the novel takes places from 1829 to 1832, about 40 years before the writing of the novel. This was a time of great change in England that must have been very disorienting—the Catholic Emancipation in 1829, the death of George IV in 1830, the spread of the railways, the outbreak of cholera in 1832, and the domestic unrest leading up to the First Reform Act of 1832 (the novel closes in the spring of 1832—the Act was passed in the summer).Against this backdrop of uneasy change we find a number of characters who yearn to do great things, though they don’t all know exactly what, and to establish a sense of order and meaning in their lives and the world around them. Mr. Casaubon works on his “Key to All Mythologies,” a scholarly volume which will elucidate the universal principles that lie behind all religions; Tertius Lydgate wants to find “the one primitive tissue” that makes up all living things; Dorothea wants to find a way to connect her life in the present with the great scholars of the past, and to connect here and now with people who need help. In reading of their quests, I was reminded of a dear professor who used to speak of a search for unity (in all its various guises—we were speaking of music theory) in connection with a search for God and ultimate meaning. This is the feeling that I get when I read about the characters’ struggles, and when Dorothea tells Will, “I have always been finding out my religion since I was a little girl.”None, I daresay, of the characters reach the true heights of the good that they want to do in the world. Very few of us do. But in Middlemarch, this doesn’t come off as tragedy. George Eliot, describing herself, said that she was neither an optimist, nor a pessimist, but a “meliorist.” She believed that humans were making progress toward a better, more equal society, and that the world could be improved through human action. Though our (and their) individual lives may not seem to add up to much, Eliot writes of Dorothea, “…The effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” I find this to be a great consolation.I’ve tried and so far failed to wrap my head around the structure of the novel. But I can say that the whole thing appears to be a big, criss-crossing web of relationships. Any given character can be tied to most of the other characters in the novel—sometimes practically all of them. The “diffusive” effect that Eliot describes in speaking of Dorothea applies to the other characters as well; a single action often travels along the threads of the web and affects multiple characters. The idea of unity is expressed by making each character and group a part of a greater whole.Eliot clarifies the moral aspect of each individual as a single part of a whole by juxtaposing selfless characters against self-centered characters. The finest characters in the novel are fine not because they are perfect, but because they are clear-eyed about themselves and sympathetic toward others. The characters who suffer most often bring their pain on themselves through their egoism and lack of self-perception. One character is so egoistic that she can’t imagine that she is ever in the wrong; another character believes that God Himself sanctions all his actions and breaks into a panic (with drastic moral consequences) when it appears that his moral failings may be revealed to the town. Dorothea and Edward Casaubon’s marriage is ruined in great part because of his fear that she is inwardly criticizing him and his jealousy of another man; as well, he has lived by and for himself for so long that once he marries Dorothea, he finds that he simply doesn’t have room for her in his life. The tragedy of this marriage is all the more maddening because Mr. Casaubon so needlessly drives a stake between himself and Dorothea—you sense that if he could just get outside of himself, the troubles would be over.Speaking of marriages, I very much enjoyed reading about the different marriages in Middlemarch. The novel doesn’t end in weddings, like so much 19th century Brit Lit—the weddings are only the beginning, and then the real work happens. The marriages aren’t all bad, either; for one, I found very much to admire in Mr. and Mrs. Garth’s marriage. They complement each other well; they accept each other’s faults cheerfully, and they never speak ill of each other to their neighbors. The Garths, including their daughter Mary, may well be my favorite characters in the novel. (But it’s so hard to choose!)Middlemarch ranks with Les Misérables as the finest moral fiction I’ve read. When Dorothea speaks of finding out her religion, she says that the belief that comforts her is this: “That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don't quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil--widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower." Later, she will say, “What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?” The self-examination and struggle for meaning that many of the characters go through is truly inspiring, and there’s much to learn from this novel. Eliot writes during one scene (bless the intrusive narrator!), “Some one highly susceptible to the contemplation of a fine act has said, that it produces a sort of regenerating shudder through the frame, and makes one feel ready to begin a new life.” Fred Vincy felt it, and so did I. And Eliot’s finely-tuned and finely-timed sympathy always shows up just when you are ready to pronounce a final judgment on a character—just as you’re about to say, what a bad guy!, her intrusive narrator intervenes and says, but hey, look at what he has going on inside him—don’t you sympathize?—and really, are you sure that you’re the one to judge him? Don’t you do the very same thing sometimes? And you have to say, well, by gum, I do.And to add to all the above (seriously, if you haven’t read this novel, just stop reading my review and go read Middlemarch instead!), there is a magic to George Eliot that transcends character and plot. Just one example: each chapter has its own epigram. One chapter is preceded by a lovely bit of verse (written by Eliot) describing the sympathetic resonance of a bell. To determine the pitch of a bell, Eliot explains, one need not strike it directly; one can instead play a flute into the bell, and when it hits the right pitch, the bell will vibrate in unison with it. The chapter then describes how one character ends up falling with another quite instantly. He has up to this point flirted with her but resisted any serious attachment; but at the falling of her tears, his heart is touched, and it “[shakes] flirtation into love.” I read this scene with the idea of the sympathetic resonance in mind, and the power, the thrilling awe and beauty of the integrated experience has been burned into my brain forever.Read Middlemarch. Read it now.

[drpeff · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

a lot of cultural discussion that I didn’t understand. I was able to picture the scenes that were described so well. I liked it.

[m.belljackson · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Given that MIDDLEMARCH is an all time favorite of many LT readers, I'll tread lightly here.With the recent rewriting of many classics, here's my new version following Dorothea's marriage:Casaubon's cold public demeanor, superior distancing attitudes, and lack of affectiontoward his bride undergo a radical change in the bedroom.He radiates into a red-hot lover!This transformation conflicts with Dorothea's physical passions and religious sensibilities,resulting in her dim-witted, yet intentional, decision to tell her husband that she thinksthat his nephew, Will, who he loathes, DOES deserve more of her husband's money after his projected death.Casaubon then divorces Dorothea who falls into Will's welcoming arms untilshe enlightens him about the reasons for her defection.Casaubon and Will accidentally meet at an inn where they are introduced to sistersembarking from a carriage and begin new and friendly adventures.Dorothea falls in love with her priestly confessor and ... "Oh dear! Oh dear!"

[melissalenhardt · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I tried and failed to read Middlemarch back in 2012. But, it is one of my brother's favorite novels and when it comes to literature, I trust his taste above all.

I want to hug and snuggle with this book, to sleep with it under my pillow so some of George Eliot's genius might seep into my poor little brain while I sleep. Eliot might be the best illustrator of human nature and the many contradictory aspects of a person's self that I've ever read. Dorothea Brook is in the running for my favorite all time heroine. (Sorry Elizabeth Bennet, Margaret Hale and Hermione Granger.) I wanted to slap her and tell her to snap out of it at the beginning, but by the end I was desperate for her to find her happiness. There were storylines that didn't interest me too much, and besides Dorothea and Mary every single character irritated me, but by the end of the book I cared about everyone. Even Bulstrode. But not Rosamond. Never Rosamond.

I listened to the audiobook narrated by Juliet Stevenson who is, hands down, the premier British literature audio book performer.

It's a testament to how much I loved this book (thought this disjointed review doesn't do my admiration justice) that I will definitely read it again, all 900 pages or 34 hours of it.

[andreablythe · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Middlemarch details the ins and outs of various people's lives in the area of Middlemarch. One of the main plot lines follows Dorthea, a so woman passionate to do some sort of good in the world that she locks herself into a loveless marriage. There is also Dr. Lydgate who marries the wrong woman (very wrong) and Fred Vincy whose lazy ways may cost him the favor of his childhood love. This book is very long and the descriptions of the various characters' daily lives can make it a slow read. Especially in the beginning third, it seemed like there was too much going on and in someways I felt like some of the details could have been left out. Do we really know the inner workings of the lifes of every minor character? No, probably not. That being said, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. The writing style was quick witted, and had turnings of phrase worth savoring. The characters, down to the very last minor character (oh, so many of them), had unique personalities and were fully formed. I could easily believe that this town existed and that every single one of these people walked around in it. I especially began to enjoy the book in the last third, where all the wanderings of what came before began to crystallize into where everyone was going to end up. Not a light read, and not for everyone, but worth the effort for those interested in Victorian Era novels.

[cecrow · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

It's an impressive must-read classic, but I admire this novel more than I love it. It tries to do too much, and then somehow gets it all done. A small English town is the setting but that entire town is its stage, there are allusions to all manner of things requiring endnotes be consulted, and the author demonstrates a powerful mind in sentences that must be read twice to grasp, character portraits to justify any personality, and with both feet firmly planted in realism. I'm moved to say it's a story about how much one's happiness descends upon making a poor choice in a life partner, however excusable that choosing may be. But I could as easily say it's about the evils of money, or politics large and small. Which story commands the foreground depends more upon your perception than the narrative's guidance, because it fantastically intertwines all of these things. It's the style rather than the impressive content that lends it a dry feeling. Virginia Wolf may have been correct that with Middlemarch fictional characters began to think as well as to feel, in that the characters' thoughts drive their emotions more often than vice versa, but the novel is so wrapped up in thinking that it keeps its gates too tightly fastened at the control dams of the feeling portion. Everyone in this story is to be understood and understandable. George Eliot's narration too often takes charge to ensure this. Then it can read very clinically, weighted with exposition and psychological analysis. In the better portions, enough is left enshrouded in mystery and open to interpretation, actions and motives being justified by the character's citing good homilies while clearly there are other perspectives that are being neglected. In these parts the novel shines and it engages. I did not know sometimes whether she was inventing fiction or psychology, whether I should join in the chorus that credits George Eliot with sharp insight or criticize her for dictating too often. At its worst it can feel as though the novel is placed on pause in frozen tableau while she taps with a pointer on the inner workings of the minds in play. I've met this before in Henry James and others and felt it was done well without becoming so much like an essay. To the extent that thought has been emphasized over emotion, it demands a similar commitment from the reader - thus, for me, more admirable than loved. The broad-ranging insight is undeniably there, sharp enough to balance the novel's lack of particular focus, and eminently makes this novel worth reading once. Nothing more precise can summarize it than to say that no one's life is a fairy tale, be they wealthy or poor, wise or otherwise, prudent or precocious. Perhaps we can also conclude that those who are happiest dwell least on their neighbours' opinions.

[tess_schoolmarm · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

With all of its 880 pages, I expected “more” in terms of a definitive plot, which I did not find. The characters are rich and the time period displayed beautifully by Eliot. Her descriptive powers are delicious as evidenced by description of Mr. Casaubon: "as genuine a character as any ruminant animal". (pg. 173) The pace of the book is slow and reminds somewhat of Austen and Wharton. I have 2-3 other Eliot’s in my anthology and as of right now I’m not anxious to begin them.

[aront-2 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I've been meaning to read this book for a long time (& by that I mean decades) but somehow Eliot never drew me in. It took me a few months to finish once I started - the first half was slow going although somewhere around the middle it caught and I finished it up in a few nights reading.

This very personal introduction is to encourage anyone who reads this review not to wait as long as I. Great literature is defined by creating a world you feel you are inhabiting, by creating characters as real as anyone you know and by making the reader care deeply about the fate of those characters. The truly great books also teach you truths about the human condition & help you reflect on your own life. On all four of those characteristics this books excels and shows Eliot is indeed one of the great writers.

Now that I'm done I can say the biggest problem with her writing is its complexity- her sentences can often be more convoluted than Proust's and you have to sit there and puzzle out what exactly was her intentions. And unlike Proust there is no lyricism to make those twists & turns soar into something poetic. Hence the prose can be heavy at times. Surprisingly, unlike other 19th or even 18th century writers a lot of her language seems archaic - I was very glad to have chosen this edition which has great footnotes as well as an interesting introduction.

Because of the heaviness of her prose I had to deduct one star, but that does not deduct from my strong recommendation for everyone to read this great classic.

[hugehedon · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Longish. Not sure what the fuzz is about? But still, at times intriguing.

[boylan_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The sentence structure alone makes this a book worth reading. Every sentence says something. It is not a book for skimming. Ms. Elliot dares to make judgements about her characters, guiding the reader along. A very relevant book for how darn old it is.

[kristelh_15 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This story of ordinary lives lived in provincial England is a study of characters. It is a story of marriage but also of not belonging. The main characters are the passionate, idealistic Dorothea, the idealist doctor Lyndgate, the self absorbed, intellectual Mr. Causabon and the narcissistic, self-centered Rosamonde. The last two are characters you can love to hate while sometimes the idealism of the other two can irritate as well. It also is a story of “be sure your sins will find you out” and “oh what a tangled web we weave when once we practice to deceive. Ms Eliot really brings out the destruction of gossip and rumors that is part of living in a small town. For a 900 plus pages novel, this story goes by in a flash. I’ve also read Silas Marner by the author and while it was also good, I especially enjoyed Middlemarch. There is a historical social commentary that also flows through the story and it is about reform; improving life for the middle and lower classes.

[wordebeast · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Re-read forever. I still think Deronda says more for us now.

[katiebrugger-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I enjoy the novels of Jane Austen very much, but I prefer George Eliot, because whereas Austen's characters are all people of wealth and leisure, Eliot concerns herself with working people. Even the wealthy heroine in Middlemarch, Dorothea, who doesn't have to work, is dedicated to helping the poor. In addition, where Austen's characters can be somewhat one-dimensional, Eliot creates character who are complex.The story itself is complex, with more major characters than are usual in a novel of this time.

I like this book, but my favorite by George Eliot is Adam Bede.

[mullgirl · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

I had an interview once with someone for whom I have much respect and who I had heard was very well-read. Naturally, I worked the topic of conversation around to literature, and we had a lively discussion on the merits of several British authors. His favorite book is Middlemarch, which he said that he reads when he’s not in the mood for anything heavy. For whatever reason, I have an image of him very Mr. Bennet-like, enjoying folly and being amused by the profane. I had to confess to him that I had never read that particular book. I did not get the job.

I resolved to read that book around New Years’. I picked up a soft bound copy of Middlemarch from my local library toward the end of February and was surprised at its girth. No light reading after all, it would seem. I read it on the train to and from an internship and then tried a few nights to just give it a few hours at a time. And alas, alack, I could not do it. After 200 pages, I gave up. I more than gave up–I borrowed the BBC adaptation from my local library. Sigh.

So why could I not finish it? The characters were a little too flat. They all had a touch of the ridiculous in them, which I generally like. But the characters all seemed so very one-dimensional to me–so much so that I could never really become interested in any of their stories; I never needed to see what happens next with them. I just didn’t care.

[brakketh-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Varied narratives describing the life of people in and around the fictional town of Middlemarch. Enjoyable victorian realism, if anything too broad in the story telling for me (lost track on occasion as I mostly read this over my lunch breaks and on public transport).