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656 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1838
“Sensible, as she is a woman,” observed Margaret; “if she were a man, she would be called philosophical.”I am no scholar of Victorian literature (nor would I ever want to restrict myself to such a excessively excavated and overly estimated region of the written word), but I've read enough of it to recognize this as a crossroads of the likes of Shelley and Evans (aka Eliot, for the seeming in the know), among others. I say Shelley for the graveyard perils and Evans for the English village intrigue of the philosophical sort, the former not showing itself to the second part of the book and proving to be a welcome change of pace. In fact, this work reminded me a great deal of Shirley, a lesser known novel of Charlotte Brontë that occupies itself as much with politics as it does with English gentry romance. No Jane Eyre or Villette is 'Shirley' out of fundamental differences in quality rather than the lack of it, but its persistently poor reputation in comparison to the others may explain why 'Deerbrook' is far from well known.
But remember this,—that people are not made alike, and are not able, and not intended to feel alike; and if some have less power than others over their sorrow, at least over their tears, it does not follow that they cannot bear as well what they have to bear.Some may be put off by the length and the frequent delving into philosophical inquiry that has little bearing on plot or character development, but as I am the type to enjoy such juicy digressions, I was put off by neither. This does not mean that the work had no flaws, for like many a work in common circulation it draws the characters best when the author resembles them most, leaving anyone outside of the gentry circle to stereotype whether the class is higher or lower. As is frequent with such sociopolitical discourse, the less wealthy are more overtly ridiculed, leaving those with greater power to their childish cruelty without comment. It was interesting to note the parallels between this time and my own, for in light of the world's reaction to the Ebola outbreak, the classist socioeconomic ring-a-round that is higher education, and the choke hold put on voting through communal embargo, very little has changed in the ideological strongholds of well-off white folks.
Yes, even the innocent may be desperate under circumstances of education and custom, by which feelings natural and inevitable are made occasions of shame; while others, which are wrong and against the better nature of man, bask in daylight and impunity.While harsh, I have a feeling that the only reason I haven't applied such condemnation to other works of this period (don't even get me started on colonialism) is because I read them before my current style of reviewing. I must say, to Martineau's credit, that she has some choice words about the disparity between female and male descendants when it comes to inheritance, as well as a keen overview of physical disability that does not lose its strength for having been derived from her own experiences. In short, this work is not perfect, but is good enough in a unique sense to merit much more attention on Goodreads than it has thus far received.
I like Deerbrook on so many different levels it's hard to know where to begin. As a Quaker minister, I like the book for the underlying Christian themes of turn the other cheek and love thy neighbor as thyself, which themes Harriet Martineau weaves throughout but especially in the 2nd half of the book. I like the novel because it's not just a novel but a platform for social change, thus we are instructed exactly how to live a better life even as we are swept away to a different world, a small (and small-minded) Victorian village.
However, the wonderful and compelling story of two sisters and their loves occasionally gets lost in Harriet Martineau's overly-wordy preaching (of which I myself am equally guilty in my writing!) Deerbrook is like a fine lobster stew to which the chef has purposefully and heavily-handed added codfish, shrimp and a mushroom or two. I suggest picking out what you don't want, and savoring the rest!
But if you love 19th century literature, don't overlook this important work by a fine woman writer and social activist.