Source of book: I own this
Well, this is getting to be an
official sort of online book club with my friends K and B - this is our fourth.
(List is in footnote below.)
I read Silas Marner for the
first time back in high school - it was our full-length novel for 12th grade
English, if my memory serves. I loved it then, re-read it in my early 20s, and
since then haven’t read it. But I did read The Mill on the Floss in my
20s, and both Daniel Deronda
and Middlemarch
since starting this blog. I really love George Eliot, and consider her to be up
there with Anthony Trollope as the best of the Victorian novelists.
It is always interesting to read a
book at different times of life. What strikes you as a teen isn’t always the
same as what you see as an adult. This book definitely holds up, though. I may
have seen different things this time around, but it is every bit as good as I
remember.
For me, I think the biggest change
in perspective was that I was better able to appreciate how great of a
character Godfrey Cass really is. That the titular character, Silas, is good,
was more obvious earlier - but his character is formed by his own naivety and
the trauma of betrayal. His ultimate redemption is satisfying, but also a bit
of its time - he is redeemed by the love of his adopted child Eppie.
Godfrey, on the other hand, is a
flawed man, who eventually works to grow up, to face responsibility, and to do
the right thing. His delay, however, means he never can have what he wants. He
isn’t a horrible person, but he is weak, impulsive, and unable to fully face
his one truly bad decision in his youth.
For a Victorian novel,
particularly a British one, Silas Marner is notable for centering the
lives of working-class people, and relegating the upper class to a secondary
role. This too is disconcerting to Godfrey - as the son of the local squire, he
is used to having his way, and being the center of everything. To find that,
instead, it is Silas the socially awkward weaver who finds fulfillment, is
unexpected for him.
I suppose a bit of a summary might
help. Godfrey has made a bad early marriage to a woman who turns out to be an
opium addict. They have an infant child together after the split up. Meanwhile,
Godfrey would like to move on and marry the beautiful and classy Nancy, but
cannot in good conscience do so. And also, his blackguard of a brother,
Dunstan, is blackmailing him about the marriage.
Silas, in the meantime, grew up
Methodist, but was betrayed by his best friend, who falsely accused him of a
theft the friend in fact committed, and stole Silas’ fiancee. He flees the only
community he has ever known, and settles in the small town of Raveloe - the
setting for the story. He supports himself by weaving, but also gains a
reputation for being eccentric and antisocial. His knowledge of herbal remedies
also makes him a bit of a suspect.
With no human connection, Silas
hoards his small earnings, eventually accumulating a hoard of gold coins.
Dunstan, having stolen the rents,
blackmailed Godfrey into selling his horse to cover the debt, then riding
recklessly during the hunt causing said horse to be killed before delivery, he
decides to steal Silas’ money. He does so, then disappears without a
trace.
Silas is devastated by the loss of
his money, and puzzled by the lack of evidence as to who took it or where they
went.
Meanwhile, Godfrey’s wife decides
to show up and demand her rights and those of her child, but she overdoses on
opium, freezing in the snow a few yards from Silas’ home. Her toddler girl
staggers into Silas’ home (he has left the door open during some sort of an
epileptic episode - he comes to and finds a child sleeping by his fire.)
Silas decides that Eppie (short
for Hephzibah) is God’s way of returning his gold, and, as Godfrey decides to
keep quiet about who the mother was, insists on raising her as his own.
Since it has been over 20 years
since I read the book, I had a good knowledge of the plot, remembered many (but
not all) of the incidents, but generally had forgotten the really great lines.
Eliot is so perceptive of human motives, and gets to the heart of things.
One of the other things I love
about Eliot’s writing is that every character, villains included, are
thoroughly believable. And strikingly modern. There is a lot less of the dated
feel about Eliot’s books, compared to most Victorian - or even Edwardian -
literature. Despite the older technology, you feel like you know people like
these characters.
I’ll start with the opening lines
of the book, describing Silas Marner himself.
In the days when the spinning-wheels hummed busily in the
farmhouses - and even great ladies, clothed in silk and thread-lace, had their
toy spinning-wheels of polished oak - there might be seen, in districts far
away among the lanes, or deep in the bosom of the hills, certain pallid
undersized men, who, by the side of the brawny country-folk, looked like the
remnants of a disinherited race.
And then, there is the description
of the friend who would betray him - in theological terms.
One of the most frequent topics of conversation between the
two friends was Assurance of Salvation: Silas confessed that he could never
arrive at anything higher than hope mingled with fear, and listened with
longing wonder when William declared that he had possessed unshakeable
assurance ever since, in the period of his conversion, he had dreamed that he
saw the words “calling and election sure” standing by themselves on a white
page in the open Bible.
I have mentioned this before, but
my experience (and that of other observant people I know) is that Calvinists
who have this unshakeable certainty about their salvation are the most
unethical people I have ever met. Something about believing you are God’s
favorite no matter what you do tends to lead to the abuse of others, just as it
did in William’s case in this book.
Here is another astonishing
passage, about the abrupt transition for Silas from his small fundamentalist
community to a village based around the Church of England.
Even people whose lives have been made various by learning,
sometimes find it hard to keep a fast hold on their habitual views of life, on
their faith in the Invisible - nay, on the sense that their past joys and
sorrows are a real experience, when they are suddenly transported to a new
land, where the beings around them know nothing of their history, and share
none of their ideas - where their mother earth shows another lap, and human
life has other forms than those on which their souls have nourished. Minds that
have been unhinged from their old faith and love have perhaps sought this
Lethean influence of exile in which the past becomes dreamy because its symbols
have vanished, and the present too dreamy because it is linked with no
memories.
For Silas, who also may be what we
today consider autistic, he is unable to make a transition to a new way of
being, and instead withdraws inwardly.
So, year after year, Silas Marner had lived in this solitude,
his guineas rising in the iron pot, and his life narrowing and hardening itself
more and more into a mere pulsation of desire and satisfaction that had no
relation to any other being. His life had reduced itself to the mere functions
of weaving and hoarding, without any contemplation of an end towards which the
functions tended. The same sort of process has perhaps been undergone by wiser
men, when they have been cut off from faith and love - only, instead of a loom
and a heap of guineas, they have some erudite research, some ingenious project,
or some well-knit theory.
Don’t we all know someone like
that? Or maybe even are related to one or more?
Eliot’s witty description of the
two families of the minor gentry in town is hilarious.
The greatest man in Raveloe was Squire Cass, who lived in the
large red house, with the handsome flight of stone steps in front and the high
stables behind it, nearly opposite the church. He was only one among several
landed parishioners, but he alone was honored with the title of Squire; for
though Mr. Osgood’s family was also understood to be of timeless origin - the
Raveloe imagination having never ventured back to that fearful blank when there
were no Osgoods - still, he merely owned the farm he occupied; whereas Squire
Cass had a tenant or two, who complained of the game to him quite as if he had
been a lord.
Another favorite line comes when
we are introduced, first to Godfrey, and then to the loathsome Dunstan. (Who
reminds me in multiple ways of Trump.)
It was Dunsey, and at the sight of him Godfrey’s face parted
with some of its gloom to take on the more active expression of hatred.
The Cass family has its issues,
all of them. Eliot snarks a bit at the old squire as well.
The Squire’s life was quite as idle as his sons’, but it was
a fiction kept up by himself and his contemporaries in Raveloe that youth was
exclusively the period of folly, and that their aged wisdom was constantly in a
state of endurance mitigated by sarcasm.
The generation gap is nothing new,
really. The Squire is also described, “whose memory consisted in certain strong
impressions unmodified by detail.” That’s a great line.
When Silas’ money is stolen, the
way the villagers try to give comfort, while just making things worse, is also
perceptive.
I suppose one reason why we are seldom able to comfort our
neighbors with our words is, that our goodwill gets adulterated, in spite of
ourselves, before it can pass our lips. We can send black puddings and
pettitoes without giving them a flavor of our own egoism; but language is a
stream that is almost sure to smack of a mingled soil. There was a fair
proportion of kindness in Raveloe; but it was often of a beery and bungling
sort, and took the shape least allied to the complimentary and hypocritical.
The one exception to this is Dolly
Winthrop, who is truly good-hearted in an earthy sort of way, and who becomes
Silas’ only real friend in town. She later becomes Eppie’s godmother, and
eventually her mother-in-law.
Dolly encourages Silas to come to
church, but not in the usual proselytizing way we Evangelicals (or
ex-Evangelicals) tend to. One particularly memorable conversation involves the
sound of the church bells, and the rhythm they give to life. For Dolly, theology
is always secondary to community, and her wish for Silas is not that he
convert, but that he become part of the community again.
There is a later conversation,
after Silas has finally opened up to Dolly about his tragic past. Dolly insists
that the C of E uses the same bible he is used to. But that book is still a
source of trauma to him - the casting of lots that got him exiled is in there,
after all.
For Dolly, in the end, what it
comes down to is that she isn’t really sure of what her theology is in terms of
words, but that she feels she lives it when she is out caring for the sick,
feeding the hungry, and doing what she can to love her neighbor. She too is
puzzled by the seeming lack of justice from the Divine, but finds her balance
in living out her faith.
In my opinion, Godfrey is the most
fascinating character, though. He is not a villain. But he isn’t a hero either,
not even a tragic one. He is a man who grew up entitled, and never truly comes
to peace with the reality that the universe doesn’t revolve around him. As my
friend B put it, “I've met plenty of dudes like Godfrey--basically well
intentioned but not good at actually denying themselves anything.”
There are several lines that I
think are just outstanding regarding Godfrey. First up is this one, after he
has breathed a sigh of relief that his wife had died, and he has dodged that
bullet.
And when events turn out so much better for a man than he has
had reason to dread, is it not a proof that his conduct has been less foolish
and blameworthy than it might otherwise have appeared? When we are treated
well, we naturally begin to think that we are not altogether unmeritorious, and
that it is only just we should treat ourselves well, and not mar our own good
fortune.
I should also mention Nancy, who
is not a central character, but who has a depth and a strength to her which is
unusual for a Victorian female character. When things come to light - Dunstan’s
body and the gold are discovered, leading Godfrey to reveal Eppie’s identity to
Nancy - she shows more moral fiber than he does. He assumes that, had she
known, she would have refused to marry him. And maybe so. But he makes the
error of assuming that she would have rejected Eppie - which she would not
have.
At that moment Godfrey felt all the bitterness of an error
that was not simply futile, but had defeated its own end. He had not measured
this wife with whom he had lived so long.
For Godfrey and Nancy, there is
their own tragedy - the death of their infant and her subsequent infertility -
and now compounded by the discovery that they misunderstood each other for
years.
Godfrey also completely
underestimates both Silas and Eppie. When he offers to take responsibility for
Eppie as his child, Silas is willing to do whatever is best for her, but Eppie
is clear that Silas is her father, and that she has no interest in being upper
class. This is devastating to Godfrey, who realizes he has no control over the
situation.
Godfrey felt an irritation inevitable to almost all of us
when we encounter an unexpected obstacle. He had been full of his own penitence
and resolution to retrieve his error as far as the time was left to him; he was
possessed with all-important feelings, that were to lead to a predetermined
course of action which he had fixed on as the right, and he was not prepared to
enter with lively appreciation into other people’s feelings conteracting his
virtuous resolves.
Ultimately, though, it is Nancy
who sees the way forward. They can’t have what they want, but they can accept
what they do have - and embrace each other. After all, Godfrey did get Nancy,
and she is an admirable woman. Godfrey has lived his life with her as a decent
man, a worthy and kind husband.
One final thought: as these quotes
make clear, Eliot is uninterested in simply passing judgment on Godfrey.
Rather, she indicts us all, herself included. These are universal human
responses, human frailties, and human tragedies. We are all Godfrey, just like
we are all Silas, just like we are all Nancy.
And, if we choose, we can also be
Dolly. Eliot’s gentle satire is intended to be instructive. As a woman who was
judged harshly for her own sexual choices, she encourages us to see things in a
different light - the complexities of human relationships and the challenges of
mistakes made early in life.
It was, as always, fun to discuss
this with literary friends. (And also, to meet K in person last month, after
over a decade of online friendship.)
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Other books we have discussed
together.
That Hideous Strength
by C. S. Lewis
The Shining
by Stephen King
The Blithedale Romance
by Nathaniel Hawthorne