The most Jane Austen-like of all the five Shelley novels I’ve read so far, this work lives or dies depending on its characterization. While her other works presented exceptional settings (a world beset by plague), acute emotional outpourings (a would-be suicide devoting his life to the young girl who saves him) and unparalleled feats of scientific endeavour (artificially creating life), this book involves the triumvirate of love, family and straitened financial circumstances upon which Austen wove so many of her stories.
To make these issues come alive for her reader Shelley exhibited a highly imaginative range of characterization. The main characters are Edward Villiers, an ardent, well-intentioned but financially troubled young man and his love, Ethel, whose innocence and naivete rise above mere simplicity to present a pure form of devoted righteousness. Their relations with her father, the nobleman of the title, are problematic for both their lives, as his own life was constantly beset with difficulties of adjustment and thus, far too little satisfaction. Ethel’s mother, Lady Lodore, is an epitome of sophisticated vacuity and prejudice, largely engendered by her mother, Mrs. Santerre, whose prideful intolerance ruins her daughter’s marriage. Her aunt Elizabeth is a timid, reclusive figure; Villier’s father a spendthrift and dissolute travesty of the aristocratic class; his friend Horatio (often called Horace) a sensitive, wilful and almost misanthropic figure, whose marriage to the tempestuous Neapolitan Clorinda is a trial of epic proportions. A Polish countess and her son, the focus of a major confrontation, appear and disappear quite quickly as do a host of other minor characters. Finally, the Derham family are uniformly well-meaning, intelligent, generous but socially ostracized. Their daughter Fanny in particular has such a singular outlook on reality that she claims Adversity to be a friend who has generously chosen to stay long with her. In the contrast between her and Ethel, I felt Shelley was presenting the two sides of her own nature – the one intellectual and logical, the other loving and romantic.
Shelley could not create any character without some peculiarly rough edges, difficulties finding a place in society and even more problems achieving any form of personal happiness. In other words, these are real people, and only a dismissive, uncaring reader would fail to find their lives engaging and unworthy of a largely sympathetic response.
The story of these characters ranges widely both in geography and in fortune. Difficult times at both Eton and Oxford are followed by aimless wanderings through Europe, a ill-fated romantic liaison, an improbable marriage, a horrifically unsympathetic mother-in-law, an estrangement between the new couple, dangerous flirtations, a failure to take responsibility for a challenge, a flight to America, a separation of father and child from their wife and mother, years in the wilderness of Illinois,, a fateful duel, a new love, an unsatisfying tip to Naples, a catastrophic relation between an English husband and his Neapolitan wife, efforts to avoid extreme penury and prison, a miraculous change of character, a blissful reunion and a peaceful, loving denouement. It is an engaging story, but one which hinged too strongly on the change of heart of one key character: it tipped the scales from misfortune to blissful satisfaction far too easily and almost unbelievably. With such real characters, one wonders that Shelley could not have constructed a more plausible plot.
Still, a highly enjoyable read, and even at her weakest, I find Shelley quite superior to Austen. Her women are more fully alive in that they are never so uniformly focused on the social constraint of finding a husband. Her vision of the world is also much broader both spatially and thematically, as issues of race, sexual equality, social inequities and political justice all find a place. And most importantly, she has a genuine sympathy for people, as opposed to Austen’s far too supercilious dismissing of those personalities she deems too shallow for her exclusive taste.
Good, not great.