Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 March 1882 — LETTER OF GEORGE ELIOT. [ARTICLE]

LETTER OF GEORGE ELIOT.

To a Critic or Her “Daniel Deroada.” [From the Atheneam.j We owe the opportunity of publishing the following letter to the courtesy of Professor D. Kaufman, to whom it was addressed. Professor Kautfman is well known by his remarks on “ Daniel Deronda,” and it will be seen that his criticisms attracted the notice of the novelist, and led her to writing to him : The Pbioby, 21 Noeth Bank, 1 May 31, -1877. f Mr Deab Sib— Hardly, since I became an author, have I had a deeper satisfaction, I may say a more heartfelt joy, than ; you have given your estimate of * Darnel Deronda.” . I must tell you that it is my rule, very strictly observed, not to read the criticisms on my writings. For year* I have found this abstinence necessary to preserve me from tnat discouragement as an artist which ul-jndgea praise, no less than ill-judged blame, tends to produce in me. For far worse than any verdict as to the proportion of good and evil in onr work is the painful impression that we write for a publio which has no discernment of good and evil. , ... My husband reads any notices of me tnat com- s before him, and reports to mo (or else refrains from reporting) the general character of the notice, or something in particular whicn strikes him as showing either an exceptional insight or an obtuseness that is gross enough to be amusing. Very rarely, when he has read a critique of me, he has handed it to me, saying, “You must read this.” And your estimate of “Daniel Deronda” made one of these rare instances. , . Certainly, if I had been asked to choo; e what should be written about my book and who should write it, I should have sketched well, not anything so good as what you have written, but an article which must be written t>y a jew who showed not merely sympathy with the best aspirations of his race, but a remarkable insight into the nature of art and the processes of the artistic mind. Believe me I should not have cared to devour even ardeut praise if it had not come from one who showed the discriminating sensibility, the perfect to the artists' intention, which must make the fullest, rarest joy to one who works from inward conviction, and not in compliance witn current fashions. Snch a response holds for an author not only what is best in “ the life that now is,” hut the promise of that “ which is to come.” I mean that tne usual approximative, narrow perception of what one lias been intending and professedly feeling in one s work, impresses one with the sense that it must be poor, perishable stuff without roots, to take any lasting hold in the minds of men ; while any instance of complete comprehension encourages one to hope that the creative prompting has foreshadowed, and will continue to Satisfy, a need in other minds. Excuse me that I write imperfectly, and perhaps dimly, what I have felt in reading your article, ft has affected me deeply, and though the' prejudice and ignorant obtuseness which has met my effort to contribute something to the ennobling of Judaism in the conception of the Christian community and in the consciousness of the Jewish community, has never for a moment made me repent my choice, but rather has been added proof to me that the effort was needed—yet I confess that I had an unsatisfied hunger for certain signs of sympathetic discernment, which you only have given. I may mention as one instance your clear perception of the relation between the presentation of the Jewish element and those of English social life. I work under the pressure of small hurries ; for we are just moving into the couutry for the summer and all things are in a vagrant condition around me. But I wish not to defer answering your letter to an uncertain opportunity. * * * My husband has said more than once that he feels grateful to you. For he is more sensitive on my behalf than on his own. Hence he unites with me in the assurance of the high regard with which I remain always

yours faithfully.

M. E. LEWER.