My Life in Middlemarch

Editorial reviews

My Life in Middlemarch

My Life in Middlemarch is a joy to read, especially the parts of the book focused on the novel itself. It is wonderful to watch an intelligent, perceptive mind grappling with and making sense of a literary work.

It is delightful that a writer as thorough and serious as Mead draws attention to so many types of joy, including the “larger vista, a landscape changed by books, reshaped by reading” that might be the ultimate joy that comes from reading.

In a spate of informal books about famous authors, from A Jane Austen Education to Julie and Julia, Mead’s work stands out for its brevity (beside its voluminous source), for its calm (no violence and few sudden moves), and for its perfect match of writer and subject.

After you’ve finished Middlemarch, Mead’s book should be required reading – after all, experiencing a book through another’s eyes is the quintessential act of literary empathy.

"Middlemarch," as Mead proves, can help you view such lives, along with your own, in both the clearest, and the most magnanimous light.

A rare and remarkable fusion of techniques that draws two women together across time and space.

Mead’s thoughtful, tenderly erudite love song to a book and author will please those of us who delight in reassurances that great works of fiction, well-read, help us understand our own lives.

I'm certain that you don't have to read (or re-read) Middlemarch to love this extraordinary book. But I have the feeling that you'll probably want to anyway.

“My Life in Middlemarch” is a poignant testimony to the abiding power of fiction.