Women’s Studies

I’ve just started reading George Eliot’s Middlemarch, though they ought to have called it “Latejune” by the time I’m liable to finish it. It’s thought by lots of literature wags to be the great novel of the 19th century, and I can see why.

Eliot, born Mary Ann Evans, is so precise in her descriptions that you never have any doubt about exactly the way someone says something, or what the look on their face betrays when they say it.