The Novels of Frances Hodgson Burnett. Thomas Recchio

The Novels of Frances Hodgson Burnett - Thomas Recchio


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industrial novels that preceded it are part of Burnett’s effort to establish her literary authority on the model of her most culturally intimate predecessor, Elizabeth Gaskell. In effect, Burnett develops a literary practice in which she deploys recognizable narrative components and refracts her own intentions and writerly voice through those components in order to make them speak differently in a familiar idiom.

      It is not easy to find a final word on Mrs. Burnett’s work, or to venture a conjecture as to its further development. It has gone on steadily improving, and its latest level is high. Its weakness, I suspect, lies where much of its charm, and even its strength, lies—in its versatility. Mrs. Burnett reminds us now of one writer, now of another; the likeness is never servile, her work is often equal, sometimes superior to the work resembled, and it has always a distinct flavour of its own, but the flavour is seldom quite so marked as the likeness. As there are people so quick to catch the accent that you may almost guess at their last companion, so you might range Mrs. Burnett’s stories each in a different place on your bookshelves, and each beside its literary next-of-kin.

      In Black’s formulation, the strengths and weaknesses of Burnett’s novels are the same; in an argument that smacks of oxymoron, Black asserts that the versatility of the novels is a function of their accentual relations to other novels. Although the accent feels native at first, not long after its origins come to the fore, the voice is not quite native, just as Burnett herself may be said to have been not quite English, not quite American; she writes in one accent and then in the other but in a tenor that is distinctively hers. To locate Burnett’s place in the literary field, then, is to locate her in relation to others who preceded her and have stepped aside as it were (as in the death of Dickens in 1870 and George Eliot in 1880), opening a space for her. But she does not fit comfortably into one space; her work, though accented, is her own.

      She is a glorious creature—elemental, primitive, cast in the mold of the mothers of the [human] race—the daughters of Job, as they live in the vigorous drawings of Blake, or the Daughters of Men, whom the Sons of God saw were fair. She belongs to a sisterhood of heroic heroines whom the novelists of the period are fond of delineating […] but she overtops them all in massive simplicity and thorough womanhood.

      Joan is familiar and unfamiliar, drawn from a complex narrative and visual history but rendered somehow with “massive simplicity,” as if the Biblical narrative and romantic illustrations fuse into a figure that is somehow purer, more accessible to Burnett’s readers who can feel something of that mythic history in the figure of a working girl.

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