French Lieutenant's Woman first edition
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The French Lieutenant's Woman

John Fowles
Novel, 1969
approx. 148,500 words
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First lines

An easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay—Lyme Bay being that largest bite from the underside of England's outstretched southwestern leg—and a person of curiosity could at once have deduced several strong probabilities about the pair who began to walk down the quay at Lyme Regis, the small but ancient eponym of the inbite, one incisively sharp and blustery morning in the late March of 1867.

Great lines

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

...so are we all novelists, that is, we have a habit of writing fictional futures for ourselves, although perhaps today we incline more to put ourselves into a film. We screen in our minds hypotheses about how we might behave, about what might happen to us; and these novelistic or cinematic hypotheses often have very much more effect on how we actually do behave, when the real future becomes the present, than we generally allow.

Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things.

The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time; our sense of that...is why we devote such a huge proportion of the ingenuity and income of our societies to finding faster ways of doing things—as if the final aim of mankind was to grow closer not to a perfect humanity, but to a perfect lightning-flash.

They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.

Last line

Life is not a symbol, is not one riddle and one failure to guess it, is not to inhabit one face alone or to be given up after one losing throw of the dice; but is to be, however inadequately, emptily, hopelessly into the city's iron heart, endured. And out again, upon the unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea.

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The changing past

Sometimes it seems we in the English-speaking world have spent the entire twentieth century trying to shake off the repressions of the Victorian era. The rebellious 1960s, for example, may have prided themselves on rejecting the lifestyles and mores of the supposedly placid preceding decade, but the cultural upheaval of that time could as easily be seen as the continuing reaction to the conventions laid down in the preceding century.

The French Lieutenant's Woman, taking place in 1867, brings this to light in startling fashion. I'm not sure readers got that in 1969, when the book came out. I didn't when I read it the first time a few years later. But reading the book now, it seems obvious.

It helps that the English author includes himself in the novel. He remarks on the picture of Victorian lives as he is drawing it, noting differences and similarities to contemporary life a century later.

John Fowles had a ball re-imagining a Victorian romantic potboiler from a modern perspective. Playing with readers' expectations. Showing the perversities of social relationships that linger from that not-so-long-gone era. Digging, even in the midst of that established order, for the roots of our current rebellions. Noting the human mysteries that persist and befuddle us yet.

At times he adopts the style of that era. The long, convoluted sentence that opens the novel could have come from Charles Dickens or Jane Austen (slightly before the true Victorians, but references to her recur in the novel), which may be off-putting at first. But he soon settles down in to a more playful, direct style.

Fowles is often saddled with the postmodern label and The French Lieutenant's Woman called a meta-fictional work. This comes from the overall organization of the story. The reader is always aware of it being a fiction and is party to the author's thoughts about how he is shaping it, right down to his appearance in the novel as a character flipping a coin to decide how to end it. Now and then, he uses a professorial voice to drop in commentary on the Victorian tale, or goes off on a digression to explain the historical background.

A professor himself in real life, Fowles plays the academic to good effect, with learned quotations heading the chapters, references in the text to scientific and literary works of the time, plus the odd footnote.

But this isn't really heavy-duty postmodernism. I expect the deconstructionist and semiotic crowd must have considered The French Lieutenant's Woman a sellout to convention with a conventional plot at its centre and its joint appeal to both heart and head, that made it a huge bestseller. Both the nineteenth-century story and his later twentieth-century commentary are always quite accessible.

The distancing effects—the time skipping, the external commentary, the giving away of the plot, the author's god's-eye viewpoint—somehow do not prevent the story from engaging. Even the multiple endings, far from being confusing or disappointing, are surprisingly easy to take. They seem right.

And it's a good trick how the author's voice turns upon itself. The author's interruptions make clear that the old story you're reading is fictional...and yet that old story becomes as real as the author' voice, the author in the novel being a creation as much as the story, as far as we who hold the book in our hands can know.

But let's not take this too far. The novel never gets even close to the territory of Fowles's earlier sixties opus, questioning reality as The Magus did. The French Lieutenant's Woman never really seems bizarre.

Heroic or spineless

The central personalities of Sarah Woodruff, known to the seaside townsfolk as the "French Lieutenant's Whore" or "Tragedy", and Charles Smithson, a low-grade aristocrat and amateur paleontologist who is intrigued by her, are revealing while maintaining mysteries about their real characters. You can never be sure whether the elusive Sarah is sincere. Charles falls short of being either perfectly heroic or completely spineless. He means well (mostly)—a mildly progressive man for that era, but weak and fallible at vital junctures.

Even in the swelling romance of his late search for what he imagines is his great lost love, you can't help but wonder how selfless Charles has really become. He never escapes being a product of his class-conscious times.

The story evolves dialectically, pitting opposites and options against each other to find novel resolutions. Evolution lies at its heart. So we find among the literary quotations heading the chapters the scientist of evolution Charles Darwin, as well as the reformist and revolutionary political thinkers such as John Stuart Mill and Karl Marx (a lot of Marx actually)—alongside references to British literary figures of the time like Jane Austen, Tennyson, Matthew Arnold, A.H. Clough (I had to look that one up) and Thomas Hardy.

The biggest change heralded in the novel is the relationship of men and women. It's possible to read The French Lieutenant's Woman as a work of Women's Lib (as the women's movement was called in the day). In the destruction of Sarah Woodruff is shown in Hardy fashion the oppression of women, though with at least a potentially more liberating conclusion of self-deliverance than Hardy ever offered.

For Fowles, though, the question remains how far we've actually come from that time. The answers in the novel are incomplete, hinting at some progress and some stasis in the century since. In this way The French Lieutenant's Woman is as much a critique of recent attitudes as of the ever-lingering Victorian era.

— Eric

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Thomas Hardy

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Tess of the D'Urbervilles

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Jane Austen

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Mansfield Park

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