One of the central themes of last night’s Victorian Seminar at the Grad Center was that of how and why we identify ourselves with certain literary characters, particularly in Victorian novels, and how those characters end up being the frames through which we understand our experience of self. Not surprisingly, the conversation continued at dinner as sort of a party game–who do you identify yourself with, and why?
Here are the ones that I came up with:
* Madame Max Goesler, a recurring character in Trollope’s Palliser novels (also, occasionally, Lady Laura Standish Kennedy, of the same)
* Lydia Gwilt from Wilkie Collins’s Armadale
* Lyndall in Olive Schreiner’s Story of an African Farm
* Cynthia Kirkpatrick in Wives and Daughters, Elizabeth Gaskell’s final novel (though also–at a certain level–Molly Gibson)
I present this list without too much commentary, save for the caveat that my identification with Lydia Gwilt does not extend to poisoning, bigamy, or opium addiction. (Though if it did, I would be unlikely to mention it on this blog.) The treacherous thing about this game–call it Truth or Dare for Literary Scholars–is of course that you will inadvertently reveal too much about yourself, that you will, when put on the spot, forget the one crucial detail that makes that character an inappropriate affiliation. Indeed, one of the issues that came up in the talk and discussion last night was what it means to realize that your mother identifies herself with Becky Sharp. And, of course, partial identification is only a partial answer. Once the qualifications and limits build up, it’s a different game, and you’re just as liable to make the kinds of inappropriate personal revelations that you were trying to avoid in the first place. Yet it’s an interesting exercise, I think, to be more explicit about the kinds of not-precisely-academic investments we make in our reading (especially of novels and other narratives). I do, for instance, think that references to certain characters in certain situations can be a convenient shorthand for describing some of the more complex interpersonal entanglements that one might find oneself in. (Of course, these shorthands tend to be less effective when one is speaking to non-Victorianists.) At the same time, I often find myself frankly ambivalent about a criticism that’s based explicitly on articulating those investments. It makes sense to me as pedagogy–and it does sort of resemble much of the tone of my oral exam–but I don’t see it as a legitimate generic option when it comes to writing my dissertation, though much of that will no doubt be autobiographical in a different way.
The other question I have about all of this has to do with genre. We don’t, by and large, identify with poetry in the same way, even with 19th century narrative poetry. Except when I do, and here I’d add the speaker of Tennyson’s Maud to the top of my aforementioned list. But I don’t know if that’s the same thing, and I can’t quite articulate why. I’m sure it has something to do with a different configuration of author and text (especially in a lyric poem), but can that explain why those identifications don’t come as readily to mind, even for those of us who are familiar with Victorian poetry? Why Lydia Gwilt and not Aurora Leigh? (This is one articulation of the question of the chapter I’m intending to write on Barrett Browning’s poem….)
Okay, now it’s your turn. Meme me up, Scotty. Tell me the characters you identify with, Victorian or not, as a child or an adult–or maybe characters you identified with at a previous time but who leave you cold or more ambivalent now (for me: Maggie Tulliver and to some extent Lucy Snowe). Are you more transgressively gendered than I was? Are you willing to admit to reading this way–or to not reading this way?
November 14, 2008 at 9:40 am
I’d like to think of myself as someone good and strong like Jane Eyre or Dorothea from Middlemarch but, in reality I’m more of a Bertha Rochester going mad in the attic.
As a child I was very impressed by the Famous Five although I’d rather be the tomboy George than sweet Anne.
Glad I’m not a chick-lit heroine – all that chasing after Mr Right in kitten heels sounds so exhausting.
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November 14, 2008 at 6:40 pm
I never thought I would ever encounter anyone who would identify with Cynthia Kirkpatrick as she is a complete alien to me. I’ve always lumped her in with Rosamond Vincy from Middlemarch, and since I’m a Dorothea type myself, Cynthia and Rosamond are mysteries to me.
November 14, 2008 at 11:48 pm
Sometimes I feel like my inner Jekyll and Hyde is like Cynthia Kirkpatrick and her mom. And when I first read Wuthering Heights, I first thought that I was like Catherine, but by the end of the novel I realized that I was really mainly like Linton Heathcliff. And in case I haven’t revealed too much of myself already, I really identify with The Clown in The Tragedy of Sir Richard Calmady. What can I say–my strongest identifications have been with characters in Beckett novels and Breillat films–which is a good reason why I should be studying mid-Victorian novels…
December 16, 2008 at 1:05 am
I think I aspire to identify with Lucy Snowe, but actually don’t. Not as much gumption. I do think aspirational identification is an important question, too, as is the degree to which people’s desire to be something or other deceives them into seeing themselves in a particular character.
Anyway, the only character I have identified with in an uncanny way (though it was when I was a teenager, so I don’t know how I’d feel now) is Pierre Bezukhov. I was a little worried, however, by how familiar I found Jos. Sedley recently. I wonder how much body type has to do with my response to both those characters.
Other than that, I mostly identify with characters from children’s books: Mole and Toad from Wind in the Willows (though, oddly, Frog from the Frog and Toad books), and most of the characters in Winnie the Pooh, especially Pooh, Owl, and Rabbit.
December 16, 2008 at 1:29 am
Actually, that last list brings up something important, in part because of how nonsensical it is. Why would someone identify with Kenneth Grahame’s Toad and not with Arnold Lobel’s? Why would someone identify with Lobel’s Frog and not with Grahame’s Rat?
I think a lot of those characters — at least the children’s book ones — are defined through their relationships. My sister was clearly Toad when we were growing up, so I’m Frog. Since then, I’ve been in a number of Piglet/Pooh things. And, too, I think on some level I’m hoping that everyone I meet will turn out to be some sort of Mr. Rat to my Mr. Mole.
Interestingly, though, only Rabbit and Frog break the body-type pattern that showed up in Tolstoy and Thackeray for me.
August 7, 2009 at 3:00 am
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August 28, 2009 at 12:17 pm
Heh. I identify with Catherine AND Heathcliff in WH. I also identify with little orphan Adele and Frankenstein’s monster. This is a fun game.