Re-read 2025.
I’ll admit to a bit bias here—I teach American lit and also published an academic article on this novel in particular—but I’d like to think, either way, I would appreciate how hilarious, poignant, and empowering this novel is. And funny for real, not “funny if you squint and adjust your meter for the 18th century” 🤣🔥.
Dorcasina is viewed by almost everyone around her as deluded, but she gets her way usually, has fun, and survives single, wealthy, and unhampered. And, even though the novel ends with a didactic epiphany scene standard for the genre and period (here, “I see the error of my ways, novels misled me about the world and led to foolish courtships” etc), Dorcasina KEEPS READING NOVELS. A total undercutting of the supposedly serious didactic message.
Boom!
There are some laughs at her expense, true, but it’s interesting to think back to how the preface complicates later moments where the narrator seems to be cruel to her. The preface is signed by a “Compiler” who heard Dorcasina’s story. What if that person is Dorcasina herself? At the very least, there’s a suggestion of her own voice somewhere here, indirectly or directly.
This one is subversive AF, in complicated ways I’m still thinking about.