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Victorians In Our Midst...
by Ann Diamond
I motioned Bruce over to have a look. He said, "My God -- you're
right!" Apart from the hairstyle (Eliot wore her dark unruly
curls in the Puritan style, pulled back from a centre part to
cover her ears), the resemblance was staggering. The same wide-
apart, slightly crossed eyes, the aquiline nose, the full lipped
Mona Lisa smile, the high cheekbones, the rounded chin... Young
George Eliot was Atwood in Victorian dress.
I recalled an interview I'd read a year or two before, in which
Atwood confided that the only novelist she would claim as a major
influence (apart from Dickens) is George Eliot.
Could Atwood be a continuation of George Eliot who -- after death
-- chose Toronto as the best environment to continue her career?
Canadian poet and novelist Robert Kroetsch once pointed out that
Canadian Literature went from its Victorian stage into post-
modernism with no intervening period of modernism. Atwood's
career is emblematic. She attended the University of Toronto's
Victoria College and got her first teaching job in Montreal in
1967, teaching Victorian and American Literature. In the 70's she
rose to fame as Canada's premier woman writer.
Hot on the heels of discovering that Margaret Atwood was George
Eliot in a past life, I stumbled across a portrait of Eliot's
friend and mentor, John Chapman, in Frederick R. Karl's biography
of George Eliot, Voice of a Century.
Bearded, handsome, sexy in a patrician kind of way, Chapman ran a
lodging house cum publishing operation on the Strand in central
London. Chapman was editor of the Westminster Review and a dead
ringer for the late Robertson Davies.
Like Davies in his varied career as a journalist, playwright,
editor and university man, Chapman was known for his egotistical
manner and way with the ladies. Separated by an ocean and a
century, he and Robertson Davies look as much alike as Eliot and
Atwood.
Chapman introduced the young Eliot to British intellectual life
in the early 1850s. In Toronto during the 1980's and '90s, Davies
and Atwood teamed up in public, sometimes appearing as a
neo-Victorian literary duo, and even going so far as to sing a
duet of "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better" at a PEN gala in
1992.
Flipping through Karl's biography, I found an 1859 photo of
Eliot's long time companion, George Henry Lewes, whose reputation
as a novelist has been overshadowed by that of his famous life
partner. There's no mistaking his resemblance to Graeme Gibson,
Atwood's husband in this lifetime, whose most recent novel was
err, ah...
Eliot and Lewes socialized with Robert Browning, and frequently
dropped in at Dante Gabriel Rossetti's studio on fashionable
Cheyne Walk in Chelsea. After Lewes' death, Eliot married James
Walter Cross and the couple moved in to number 4 Cheyne Walk,
almost next door to Rossetti -- which made them, in a way,
neighbours of Henry VIII (whose 16th century manor house stood at
the corner).
If, during the 1970s, Atwood and Gibson had decided to love
back to their former Thames-side digs, they would have had to put
up with the new kid on the block, Mick Jagger.
Jagger bears a haunting likeness to a second-millennium BC
pharaoh, Amenhotep IV -- but that's another story.
Reincarnation, a.k.a. "time-sharing through the Ages..."
parts of this work have appeared in Geist and Matrix magazines Ann Diamond is a Montreal poet, novelist, and teacher. Her novel STATIC CONTROL can be viewed (with music) at http://www.axess.com/users/jackr/static.htm ![]() comments about this article? give us feedback
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