Middlemarch, George Eliot
This is a lavishly fulfilling moderate consume of a novel that follows the lives and adores of the occupants of a humble community in England during that time 1829–32. The acidic mind and ageless truth of its perceptions mark this out as a work of virtuoso; however at the time the creator, Mary Anne Evans, needed to go to a male nom de plume to be paid attention to.
