"Perdition catch my soul" - George Eliot and the ruined 'Daniel Deronda'
Lots of bloated criticism on George Eliot’s books begin with an ill-fated attempt to twin a snippet from her life with a strong authorial choice. The evening she was frog-marched from an all-male dining club linked to the dullard Casaubon, that week she spent babysitting a mollycoddled JFK linked to the voraciously capable Tito Melema, and that time she…
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