The nineteenth century contained a hotbed of
critical views about the writer. Consistently inconsistent, critics,
ranging from the fiery romantics to the subtle Victorians, could not
agree.
Jane Austen's warmest admirers have always been
men. Archbishop Whately and Macaulay both compared her with Shakespeare.
Coleridge, Whewell, Tennyson, Sidney Smith, Andrew Bradley all spoke
out in her favor.
Sir Walter Scott, the great romantic, had this to
say: "That young lady has a talent for describing the involvements and
feelings and characters of ordinary life which is to me the most
wonderful I ever met with. The big bow-wow strain I can do myself like
any now going; but the exquisite touch which renders commonplace things
and characters interesting from the truth of the description and the
sentiments is denied me." Affirmative acclaims could also be heard from
Robert Southey, poet laureate and friend of the great romantics: "Her
novels are more true to nature, and have, for my sympathies, passages of
finer feeling than any others of this age." And of the Victorians,
George Henry Lewes, George Eliot's devoted friend, said: "In spite of
the sense of incongruity which besets us in the word prose Shakespeare, we
confess the greatness of Miss Austen; her marvelous dramatic power
seems, more than any thing in Scott, akin to the greatest quality in
Shakespeare."
But adverse criticism rang as loudly as did the favorable. Because they
did not rely on high-colored pictures of life, complicated plots, or
supernatural terrors, the novels of Jane Austen seemed tame and
commonplace to many readers of her time. Madame de Staƫl pronounced
Austen's novels "vulgaires" (commonplace), and Charlotte Bronte
said: "The passions are perfectly unknown to her. . . . Even to the
feelings she vouchsafes no more than an occasional graceful but distant
recognition — too frequent converse with them would ruffle the smooth
elegance of her progress. Her business is not half so much with the
human heart as with the human eyes, mouth, hands and feet. What sees
keenly, speaks aptly, moves flexibly, it suits her to study: but what
throbs fast and full, though hidden, what the blood rushes through, what
is the unseen seat of life and sentient target of death — this Miss
Austen ignores." Thomas Carlyle dismissed Austen's novels as mere "dish
washings," and Wordsworth "used to say that though he admitted that the
novels were an admirable copy of life, he could not be interested in
productions of that kind; unless the truth of nature were presented to
him clarified, as it were, by the light of the imagination, it had
scarce any attraction in his eyes" (quoted by Sara Coleridge).
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