The Lifted Veil by George Eliot
In this chilling novella of Victorian horror, George Eliot explores clairvoyance, fate, and the possibility of life after death.
I’ve never been a lover of Eliot’s writing style, and this offering from Penguin was a lovely reminder of why this is.
The Lifted Veil read like a druggy nightmare. Her eloquent meandering sentences, her insufferable characters, and the banal haziness of it all was far too much for me to endure and remain smiling.
The second inclusion, Silly Novels by Lady Novelists, made some astute points, but woefully emitted beams of petulance and self-assertion to such an extent that I felt even less endeared to Eliot, and I continue to maintain that Victorian chick-lit is good.
I’ve tried and failed to tackle Middlemarch on many occasions, and after The Lifted Veil, I feel I’ll never attempt it again.