"My Life in Middlemarch" review

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Rebecca Mead's book "My Life in Middlemarch" is a longform account of how her life was informed and enriched (and in some cases aligned with) literature in general, but by George Eliot's novel "Middlemarch" in particular. Mead moves back and forth among her own life, Eliot's life, and the characters in Eliot's novel, weaving in analysis from Virginia Woolf and others. Part critique, part love letter, part history, and part philosophy, the book is particularly lucid on how young people feel as they are trying desperately to grow up, flailing and oversharing and searching wildly for meaning...noting for example that Eliot's purple teenage writing "...move[s] me because of [its] dreadfulness, not in spite of it [as for so many other analysts]."

As a lifelong frequenter of libraries, originally in buildings and now more often online, I found this book inspiring. I know what it's like to be startled into thought by printed text, to turn around and try to write something original after inspiration by a classic work, to befriend fictional characters and then change and grow because of them. Mead has done us a great service in showing how this book stimulated her through her life, in multiple contexts. I ordered Middlemarch (which I've never read before) about 20 pages in. About time.

Highly recommended.

I received a free review copy of this book from Blogging for Books in exchange for a review.