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As we’ll see, Shirley is quite a bit worse than that. I want to explore the<br />
slippery relationships between fiction; reality; fiction about reality; and fiction<br />
about fiction. Coming back to Oakwell Hall, and also the fact that Caroline<br />
Helstone was based on Anne Bronte, we could additionally say that we’re<br />
looking at realities which are about fiction.<br />
I was initially interested in the relationships between the author, the characters,<br />
and the reading audience – although I was rapidly to discover that there were<br />
quite a lot of entities which might reasonably be regarded as constituting the<br />
‘authors’ of Shirley; more than one audience; and a bewilderingly large and<br />
disconcerting set of interactions between a whole menagerie of fictional<br />
characters, both upwards to their author and downwards, if you like, to the<br />
reader.<br />
What piqued my interest in Shirley was the bald statement in the middle of<br />
page 1 that ‘something real lies before you’.<br />
Here’s the passage of interest, to set the scene:<br />
If you think, from this prelude, that anything like a romance is<br />
preparing for you, reader, you never were more mistaken. Do you<br />
anticipate sentiment, and poetry, and reverie? Do you expect passion,<br />
and stimulus, and melodrama? Calm your expectations; reduce them<br />
to a lowly standard. Something real, cool, and solid, lies before you;<br />
something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work<br />
wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake<br />
themselves thereto. It shall be cold lentils, and vinegar without oil; it<br />
shall be unleavened bread with bitter herbs – and no roast lamb.<br />
I looked up ‘real’ in a dictionary and three-volume works of fiction were not<br />
included amongst the list of examples.<br />
Nevertheless, my habits of literalness are deep-seated; and I did try to<br />
accommodate, rather than heed, the warning signs for as long as I could.<br />
Title pages for me are labels; I expect what’s inside the tin to correspond to<br />
what’s on the label; and here was the original title page: a picture of the sea by<br />
Rene Magritte, and a picture of a picture of a sea. Picking up on ‘Tale’, I<br />
assumed I was being invited by the book into an imaginary reality, in much<br />
the same way that a painting operates.<br />
Reading the first few lines of the novel, I was actually feeling more<br />
conservatively relaxed than in Jane Eyre, when the first person Author abruptly<br />
jumped out at me and declared: ‘Reader, I married him’.<br />
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