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Anexa 2
Characteristics of the Realistic Victorian Novel
An emphasis on the here and now
Attention to specific action and verifiable consequences
Realists evoke common actions, present surface details, and emphasize the minor
catastrophes of the middle class
They employ simple direct language and write about issues of conduct
Characterization is very important. There is often an abundance of characters and social
types
What is Realism?
Quite obviously, the genre of realism is dedicated to identifying what is real and what
is not. But, what exactly is "real?" Literature in Realism defines reality as something that
exists prior to, and completely separate from, human thought or speech. Therefore, it is
literature's responsibility to accurately interpret and represent reality. As literature attempts to
do this, it simultaneously depicts the anxieties, desires, and achievements of the Victorian
time period. While Realism certainly encompasses its own unique ideas, the genre continued
to utilize the strengths of empiricism and romanticism. For example, the topic of nature is still
focused upon, but realistic literature acknowledges the fact that the human mind is a separate
entity from nature. Therefore, realistic literature aims to answer the question of how the mind
can possibly know and/or understand nature accurately.
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ON an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward
from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjoining Vale of Blakemore, or Blackmoor. The
pair of legs that carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined him
somewhat to the left of a straight line. He occasionally gave a smart nod, as if in confirmation
of some opinion, though he was not thinking of anything in particular. An empty egg-basket
was slung upon his arm, the nap of his hat was ruffled, a patch being quite worn away at its
brim where his thumb came in taking it off. Presently he was met by an elderly parson astride
on a grey mare, who, as he rode, hummed a wandering tune [...]And then my dear, dear
husband came home to me- and I did not know it!... And you had used your cruel persuasion
upon me- you did not stop using it- noyou did not stop! My little sisters and brothers and my
mothers needs- they were the things you moved me by- and you said my husband would
never come backnever; and you taunted me and said what a simpleton I was to expect him!...
And at last I believed you and gave way!... And then he came back! Now he is gone. Gone a
second time, and I have lost him now forever- and he will not love me the littlest bit ever any
more- only hate me!... Oh yes, I have lost him now- again because of- you! In writhing, with
her head on the chair, she turned her face towards the door, and Mrs. Brooks could see the
pain upon it, and that her lips were bleeding from the clench of her teeth upon them, and that
the long lashes of her closed eyes stuck in wet tags to her cheeks. She continued: And he is
dying- he looks as if he is dying!... And my sin will kill him and not kill me!... Oh, you have
torn my life all to pieces- made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!...
My own true husband will never, never- oh, God- I cant bear this! I cannot! There were
more and sharper words from the man; then a sudden rustle; she had sprung to her feet. Mrs.
Brooks, thinking that the speaker was coming to rush out of the door, hastily retreated down
the stairs. She need not have done so, however, for the door of the sitting-room was not
opened. But Mrs. Brooks felt it unsafe to watch on the landing again and entered her own
parlour below.