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nature more interesting and extraordinary than those which occur in his own life , or that of his next-door neighbours . |
We return to the second broad line of distinction between the novel , as formerly composed , and real life ,— the difference , |
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JANE AUSTEN
[ From . The Quarterly Review , October , 1815 ]
Emma ; a Novel . By the Author of Sense and Sensibility , Pride and Prejudice , etc . 3 vols . 12mo . London . 1815 .
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The hero no longer defeated armies by his single sword , clove giants to the chine , or gained kingdoms . But he was expected to go through perils by sea and land , to be steeped in poverty , to be tried by temptation , to be exposed to the alternate vicissitudes of adversity and prosperity , and his life was a troubled scene of suffering and achievement . Few novelists , |
namely , of the sentiments . The novelist professed to give an imitation of nature , but it was , as the French say , la belle nature . Human beings , indeed , were presented , but in the most sentimental mood , and with minds purified by a sensibility which often verged on extravagance . In the serious class of novels , the hero was usually |
There are some vices in civilized society so common that they |
indeed , adventured to deny to the hero his final hour of |
A knight of love , who never broke a vow . |
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are hardly acknowledged as stains upon the moral character , the propensity to which is nevertheless carefully concealed , even by those who most frequently give way to them ; since no man of pleasure would willingly assume the gross epithet of a debauchee or a drunkard . One would almost think that novel-reading fell under this class of frailties , since among the crowds who read little else , it is not common to find an individual of hardihood sufficient to avow his taste for these frivolous studies . A novel , therefore , is frequently " bread eaten in secret "; and it is not upon Lydia Languish ' s toilet alone that Tom Jones and Peregrine Pickle are to be found ambushed behind works of a more grave and instructive character . And hence it has happened , that in no branch of composition , not even in poetry itself , have so many writers , and of such varied talents , exerted their powers . It may perhaps be added , that although the composition of these works admits of being exalted and decorated by the higher exertions of genius ; yet such is the universal charm of narrative , that the worst novel ever written will find some gentle reader content to yawn over it , rather than to open the page of the historian , moralist , or poet . We have heard , indeed , of one work of fiction so unutterably stupid , that the proprietor , diverted by the rarity of the incident , offered the book , which consisted of two volumes in duodecimo , handsomely bound , to any person who would declare , upon his honour , that he had read the whole from beginning to end .
But although this offer was made to the passengers on board an Indiaman , during a tedious outward-bound voyage , the
Memoirs of Clegg the Clergyman ( such was the title of this
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tranquillity and happiness , though it was the prevailing fashion never to relieve him out of his last and most dreadful distress until the finishing chapters of his history ; so that although his prosperity in the record of his life was short , we were bound to believe it was long and uninterrupted when the author had done with him . The heroine was usually condemned to equal hardships and hazards . She was regularly exposed to being forcibly carried off like a Sabine virgin by some frantic admirer . And even if she escaped the terrors of masked ruffians , an insidious ravisher , a cloak wrapped forcibly around her head , and a coach with the blinds up driving she could not conjecture whither , she had still her share of wandering , of poverty , of obloquy , of seclusion , and of imprisonment , and was frequently extended upon a bed of sickness , and reduced to her last shilling before the author condescended to shield her from persecution . In all these dread contingencies the mind of the reader was expected to sympathize , since by incidents so much beyond the bounds of his ordinary experience , his wonder and interest ought at once to be excited . But gradually he became familiar with the land of fiction , the adventures of which he assimilated not with those of real life , but with each other . Let the distress of the hero or heroine be ever so great , the reader reposed an imperturbable confidence in the talents of the author , who , as he had plunged them into distress , would in his own good time , and when things , as Tony Lumkin says , were in a concatenation accordingly , bring his favourites out of all their troubles . Mr . Crabbe has expressed his own and our feelings excellently on this subject . |
And although , in those of a more humorous cast , he was permitted a licence , borrowed either from real life or from the libertinism of the drama , still a distinction was demanded even from Peregrine Pickle , or Tom Jones ; and the hero , in every folly of which he might be guilty , was studiously vindicated from the charge of infidelity of the heart . The heroine was , of course , still more immaculate ; and to have conferred her affections upon any other than the lover to whom the reader had destined her from their first meeting , would have been a crime against sentiment which no author , of moderate prudence , would have hazarded , under the old régime .
Here , therefore , we have two essentials and important circumstances , in which the earlier novels differed from those now in fashion , and were more nearly assimilated to the old romances . And there can be no doubt that , by the studied involution and extrication of the story , by the combination of incidents new , striking and wonderful beyond the course of ordinary life , the former authors opened that obvious and strong sense of interest which arises from curiosity ; as by the pure , elevated , and romantic cast of the sentiment , they conciliated those better propensities of our nature which loves to contemplate the picture of virtue , even when confessedly unable to imitate its excellences .
But strong and powerful as these sources of emotion and interest may be , they are , like all others , capable of being exhausted by habit . The imitators who rushed in crowds upon each path in which the great masters of the art had
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unhappy composition ) completely baffled the most dull and determined student on board , and bid fair for an exception to the general rule above-mentioned ,— when the love of glory prevailed with the boatswain , a man of strong and solid parts , to hazard the attempt , and he actually conquered and carried off the prize !
The judicious reader will see at once that we have been pleading our own cause while stating the universal practice , and preparing him for a display of more general acquaintance with this fascinating department of literature , than at first sight may seem consistent with the graver studies to which we are compelled by duty : but in truth , when we consider how many hours of languor and anxiety , of deserted age and solitary celibacy , of pain even and poverty , are beguiled by the perusal of these light volumes , we cannot austerely condemn the source from which is drawn the alleviation of such a portion of human misery , or consider the regulation of this department as beneath the sober consideration of the critic .
If such apologies may be admitted in judging the labours of ordinary novelists , it becomes doubly the duty of the critic to treat with kindness as well as candour works which , like this before us , proclaim a knowledge of the human heart , with the power and resolution to bring that knowledge to the service of honour and virtue . The author is already known to the public by the two novels announced in her title-page , and both , the last especially , attracted , with justice , an attention from the public far superior to what is granted to the ephemeral productions which supply the regular demand of wateringchange places and circulating libraries . They belong to a class of fictions which has arisen almost in our own times , and which draws the characters and incidents introduced more immediately from the current of ordinary life than was permitted by the former rules of the novel . In its first appearance , the novel was the legitimate child of the romance ; and though the manners and general turn of the composition were altered so as to suit modern times , the author remained fettered by many peculiarities derived from the original style of romantic fiction . These may be chiefly traced in the conduct of the narrative , and the tone of sentiment attributed to the fictitious personages . On the first point , although
The talisman and magic wand were broke ,
Knights , dwarfs , and genii vanish ' d into smoke , still the reader expected to peruse a course of adventures of a
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of seasons , is influenced by , and influences the same
For should we grant these beauties all endure
Severest pangs , they ' ve still the speediest cure ;
Before one charm be withered from the face ,
Except the bloom which shall again have place ,
In wedlock ends each wish , in triumph all disgrace .
And life to come , we fairly may suppose ,
One light bright contrast to these wild dark woes .
In short , the author of novels was , in former times , expected to tread pretty much in the limits between the concentric circles of probability and possibility ; and as he was not permitted to transgress the latter , his narrative , to make amends , almost always went beyond the bounds of the former . Now , although it may be urged that the vicissitudes of human life have occasionally led an individual through as many scenes of singular fortune as are represented in the most extravagant of these fictions , still the causes and personages acting on these changes have varied with the progress of the adventurer ' s fortune , and do not present that combined plot ,
( the object of every skilful novelist ), in which all the more interesting individuals of the dramatis personae have their appropriate share in the action and in bringing about the catastrophe . Here , even more than in its various and violent changes of fortune , rests the improbability of the novel . The life of man rolls forth like a stream from the fountain , or it spreads out into tranquillity like a placid or stagnant lake . In the latter case , the individual grows old among the characters with whom he was born , and is contemporary ,— shares precisely the sort of weal and woe to which his birth destined him ,— moves in the same circle ,— and , allowing for the class of persons by which he was originally surrounded . The man of mark and of adventure , on the contrary , resembles , in the course of his life , the river whose mid-current and discharge into the ocean are widely removed from each other , as well as from the rocks and wild flowers which its fountains first reflected ; violent changes of time , of place , and of circumstances , hurry him forward from one scene to another , and his adventures will usually be found only connected with each other because they have happened to the same individual . Such a history resembles an ingenious , fictitious narrative , exactly in the degree in which an old dramatic chronicle of the life and death of some distinguished character , where all the various agents appear and disappear as in the page of history , approaches a regular drama , in which every person introduced plays an appropriate part , and every point of the action tends to one common catastrophe .
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successively led the way , produced upon the public mind the usual effect of satiety . The first writer of a new class is , as it were , placed on a pinnacle of excellence , to which , at the earliest glance of a surprised admirer , his ascent seems little less than miraculous . Time and imitation speedily diminish the wonder , and each successive attempt establishes a kind of progressive scale of ascent between the lately deified author , and the reader , who had deemed his excellence inaccessible .
The stupidity , the mediocrity , the merit of his imitators , are alike fatal to the first inventor , by showing how possible it is to exaggerate his faults and to come within a certain point of his beauties .
Materials also ( and the man of genius as well as his wretched imitator must work with the same ) become stale and familiar .
Social life , in our civilized days , affords few instances capable of being painted in the strong dark colours which excite surprise and horror ; and robbers , smugglers , bailiffs , caverns , dungeons , and mad-houses , have been all introduced until they ceased to interest . And thus in the novel , as in every style of composition which appeals to the public taste , the more rich and easily worked mines being exhausted , the adventurous author must , if he is desirous of success , have recourse to those which were disdained by his predecessors as unproductive , or avoided as only capable of being turned to profit by great skill and labour .
Accordingly a style of novel has arisen , within the last fifteen or twenty years , differing from the former in the points upon which the interest hinges ; neither alarming our credulity nor amusing our imagination by wild variety of incident , or by those pictures of romantic affection and sensibility , which were formerly as certain attributes of fictitious characters as they are of rare occurrence among those who actually live and die . The substitute for these excitements , which had lost much of their poignancy by the repeated and injudicious use of them , was the art of copying from nature as she really exists in the common walks of life , and presenting to the reader , instead of the splendid scenes of an imaginary world , a correct and striking representation of that which is daily taking place around him .
In adventuring upon this task , the author makes obvious sacrifices , and encounters peculiar difficulty . He who paints from le beau idéal , if his scenes and sentiments are striking and interesting , is in a great measure exempted from the difficult task of reconciling them with the ordinary probabilities of life : but he who paints a scene of common
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