I love some in-depth analysis of personalities and relationships, so a book that explores the intricacies of five Victorian marriages, all involving writers who left lots of documentation, tied together by a scholar interested in the nuances and complexities of their stories—sign me up! It’s a thoughtful book, fair to everyone involved and much less a litany of patriarchy horror stories than I expected. In the prologue, Rose writes about gossip as serving a higher psychological function—people need templates for their lives, whether to follow or to react against—and in a sense this is particularly high-class, analytical gossip. It doesn’t pretend to present a representative study of the age (for instance, only one of these couples had children together, though in three other cases one of the partners had kids with someone else), though one can certainly learn about the age from it.
A few notes on the couples profiled here:
Jane Welsh and Thomas Carlyle: A storybook courtship between a scholar and an intellectually-minded heiress, leading to something less than a storybook marriage—after their mostly epistolary courtship, they had a childless and possibly sexless marriage, and during one difficult stretch (when he was spending a lot of time with a richer, wittier female friend) she spent a lot of time venting in her diary, causing him no end of regret after her death.
Effie Gray and John Ruskin: The biggest trash fire of a marriage in the book, this one was thankfully short-lived. He seems to have realized on their wedding night that he was not in fact sexually attracted to grown women (the prudishness of the era making it difficult to know how one felt about sex in advance). Both couples’ parents were heavily involved, they turned out to have completely different tastes and interests, and much drama ensued. Fortunately, non-consummation meant they could get an annulment: she married again and had several children; he never did.
Harriet Taylor and John Stuart Mill: I think Rose gives this couple a bit of an unfairly bad rap. They married later in life after a very long, intimate friendship—the problem was that she was already married, though unhappily (she didn’t appreciate sexual demands, or think much of John Taylor’s intellect)—and their own view of their marriage was at odds with others’ interpretations, but they seem to have been happy on their own terms. He thought she was way smarter than any outsiders ever judged her to be, and their mutual commitment to gender equality in an era when that was radical seems to have resulted in her calling all the shots. But he was happy with this and she clearly contributed a lot to his writing. I thought the disability angle was underexplored—there’s a mention of her being bedridden due to injuries from a carriage accident before their marriage ever happened, which is never followed up on.
Catherine Hogarth and Charles Dickens: This marriage in particular I expected to be an absolute patriarchy horror story, and perhaps because of that billing, my overall reaction was “eh, I’ve seen a lot worse, and in the 21st century too.” This couple started out happily, but grew apart as he become a celebrity touring the world and she grew worn out giving birth to their 10 kids. The strain of having such a large family to support, not to mention his grasping parents and siblings—and some serious emotional immaturity on his part—did not help. He eventually left her for a younger woman and completely disregarded her existence from that point on (though he did pay support for the rest of her life, he made no efforts to encourage the kids to visit with their mom, which they apparently had little interest in doing). Again, the disability angle isn’t fully explored. She seems to have had some serious health issues: no doubt giving birth to 10 kids (plus some miscarriages) is indeed exhausting, but lying on the couch for years while your sister runs the household and raises your kids seems like more than simple tiredness, perhaps a fatigue disorder or depression.
George Eliot (aka Mary Ann Evans) and George Henry Lewes: Rose posits this as the one happy couple in the book, despite or perhaps because of the fact they were never formally married. (He was married to someone else, but what had begun as a 19th century version of an open marriage turned into a long-term relationship between his wife and his also-married business partner.) I got the sense Rose identifies a lot with Eliot, but casts her into what for me is quite an off-putting mold: the professional woman who is nonetheless sad, lonely and unfulfilled until she finds a man to complete her, at which point her life is perfect. Well, except for the fact that she was extremely morbid, and so sensitive about any criticism of her writing that he censored newspapers and correspondence for her! Someone’s lucky not to live in the age of Goodreads.
As with any good nonfiction, I’ve only skimmed the surface here—it’s a thoughtful, detailed, and engaging book that I’d recommend to anyone interested in Victorian England, scholarly gossip, or in-depth studies of marriage and women’s lives.