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Middlemarch: the novel that reads you

A review of Rebecca Mead's The Road to Middlemarch: My Life with George Eliot. Too much 'my life', not enough George Eliot

15 March 2014

9:00 AM

15 March 2014

9:00 AM

The Road to Middlemarch: My Life with George Eliot Rebecca Mead

Granta, pp.293, £16.99, ISBN: 9781847085153

The genesis of The Road to Middlemarch was a fine article in the New Yorker about  Rebecca Mead’s unsuccessful search for the origin of the remark, sometimes attributed to George Eliot, that ‘it’s never too late to become the person you might have been’. To Mead this seemed at variance with the concentration in Middlemarch on ‘the melancholy acknowledgment of limitation’.

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