Austen and Shelley:  Humanity’s Universal Connection and Its Struggle with Alienation and Loss in the Romantic Era

My University Essay, October 11, 2015

During the Romantic Era, the upper class of English society was a patriarchal one in which women had to rely on male family members or their husbands for them to have security, food, and shelter.  In Lady Susan, Austen presents Lady Susan as a widow seeking a weak man to marry, so she can carry out her destructive actions.   Her deceptive and flirtatious personality wreaks havoc on her family and friends, which alienates her from others.  

Shelley’s main character, Lionel Verney, in her work, The Last Man, is an orphan and a widower.  His family died years before, and the companions for whom he sailed with in the storm at sea, drowned, their boat destroyed in the crashing waves.  

Both Lionel and Lady Susan experience alienation and loss in their relationships, but the latter purposefully distances herself from others through her manipulative actions, whereas Lionel’s connection to his family and friends is torn from him through a deadly disease and the powers of Nature. 

Lady Susan’s disregard for people’s feelings and their intimate and familial relationships shows her inability to have healthy relationships in either family or romantic love because she does not display a capability to love, but only to manipulate and deceive.  This is evident from the beginning of the story in which Lady Susan, while staying at her friends, the Manwaring’s house, manages to interfere with the courting of Maria Manwaring and Sir James Martin, as well as cause a rift between Mr. and Mrs. Manwaring, because of Mr. Manwaring’s interest in Lady Susan, and Lady Susan’s finding him “uncommonly pleasing” (Austen 481).  This interference she causes with Mr. Martin and Maria Manwaring, she claims is to match up Mr. Martin with her daughter, Frederica.  Her lack of compassion and maternal love for Frederica is evidenced in her calling her, “the greatest simpleton on earth,” (Austen 481) and “born to be the torment of my life” (Austen 481).  

Lady Susan informs her friend, Alicia, with regards to the Manwarings, “The females of the family are united against me” (Austen 481), which is due to her flirtations with Mr. Manwaring and Mr. Martin.  She has no consideration or compassion for her friend, Mrs. Manwaring, or for her daughter, Maria Manwaring.  Breaking up a friendship does not concern or upset Lady Susan, because she is ruled by her appetite for deception and power over the men she flirts with and the family members for which she feigns love and affection.

Catherine Vernon, Lady Susan’s sister-in-law, mentions to her mother that Lady Susan didn’t want her to marry Charles, the brother of her deceased husband, and believes Charles to be too lenient toward the lady.  Catherine says, “Her behaviour to him, independent of her general character, has been so inexcusably artful and ungenerous since our marriage was first in agitation, that no one less amiable and mild than himself could have overlooked it at all” (Austen 484).  

Additionally, Catherine warns her brother, Sir Reginald DeCourcy, of the powers of Lady Susan through her beauty and clever language, and says, “I’m sorry it is so, for what is this but deceit?” (Austen 484) Lady Susan reiterates her interference in Charles and Catherine’s initial engagement, saying to her friend, Alicia, “To be sure, when we consider that I did take some pains to prevent my brother-in-law’s marrying her, this want of cordiality is not very surprising” (Austen 483).  This pattern of driving a wedge between both married and courting relationships is prevalent throughout the story. 

Having been warned of Lady Susan’s destructive and deceptive behavior by his sister, Catherine, Sir Reginald initially heeds her warning, but it is forgotten once he meets her in person; he becomes captivated by her.  Conversely, Lady Susan enjoys garnering his attention and upsetting her sister-in-law, but she decides she is not interest in marrying Sir Reginald, which was suggested by her friend, Alicia, telling her, “I cannot easily resolve on anything so serious as Marriage; especially as I am not at present in want of money, & might perhaps, till the old Gentleman’s death, be very little benefited by the match” (Austen 487).  She recognizes Sir Reginald’s abilities to question her behavior toward her daughter and does not feel he will be compliant enough for her.

Lady Susan is interested in her desires first and foremost, with little consideration for the needs or wants of others. Literary critic, Michiko Soya, reiterates this point by saying, “She gives first priority to the pleasure of deceit, and as a result, she eventually becomes the object of love,” (Soya) as seen in Reginald’s falling in love with her.  

Lady Susan’s scheming and flirting give her power over her victims, but only for a while – until she is found out.  Sir Reginald eventually discovers the true nature of Lady Susan through the Manwarings, and he sends her a letter stating, “The spell is removed” (Austen 506).  Lady Susan does not pursue him, but only answers his two letters, closing their relationship, with a feeling of indifference toward his pain in the fact that he loved her.  

She continues to try and push on her daughter the match with Sir James, but her daughter is vehemently against it, and eventually, Lady Susan marries him herself, because she has exhausted all avenues of marriage possibilities by causing one man to cut off their relationship and the other to do the same because her schemes were exposed.  True, loving, and mutually respectful relationships are seemingly foreign to her, as she does not pursue this at any time.  Instead of embracing her family, friends, and male suitors, she distances herself from them through her desire for power, flirtation, and deception.

In Shelley’s work, The Last Man, main character, Lionel Verney, having been an orphan, already experiencing loss and alienation early in his life, grows up in childhood poverty for which he blames the king, who was supposed to have been a friend of his father’s, was indifferent to him.  He grew up with bitterness and resentment for the rich, the monarchy, and nearly everyone, but he changes when he finds love.  Yet, when he and his companions are caught up in a storm at sea, not only is he a widower, having lost his wife years before and survived his children, he is left vulnerable and at the mercy of Nature in his struggle to survive the rocky tempest. Determined to beat Nature, he said, “I breasted the surges, and flung them from me as I would the opposing front and sharpened claws of a lion about to enfang my bosom.  When I had been beaten down by one wave, I rode on another, while I felt bitter pride curl my lip” (Shelley 886).  

When the Plague stains humanity with its poison, and Lionel’s sailing companions perish at sea in the storm, he is left alone with no connection to humanity in the flesh for the third and last time in his life.  Lionel feels the rain joins him in his mourning, for which he states, “even the eternal skies weep” (Shelley 886).  His grief is heavy as he reflects on his companions who have perished, saying, “I shall never see them more. The ocean has robbed me of them – stolen their hearts of love from their breasts, and given over to corruption what was dearer to me than light, or life, or hope” (Shelley 889).  He thinks about his wife and children, saying, “I had not forgotten the sweet partner of my youth, mother of my children, my adored Idris” (Shelley 889).  He saw her in his youngest son, Evenlyn, and when he died, he “lost what most dearly recalled her to me” (Shelley 889).  He then kept her memory through seeing her in her brother, Adrian, who died, along with Clara, in the storm.  With profound sorrow, he says, “They were all to me – the sums of my benighted soul, repose in my weariness, slumber in my sleepless woe.  Ill, most ill, with disjointed words, bare and weak, have I expressed the feeling with which I clung to them” (Shelley 889).  

Lionel treasures his family and friends, and love penetrates his heart for them, as critic, Betty Bennett says, “…through love, which is true power; and he metamorphoses into an educated, sensitive, human-sized heroic figure…” (Bennett).

He wanders the empty cities of Italy and enters many houses where he tries to find some relation to humanity. Desperate for companionship with the living, he tries to befriend a goat family, but after the male goat charges him, he instinctively wants to hurt the animal for this, but doesn’t have the heart to do so. As they scurry off through the woods to seek protection from him, he cries, “I, my heart bleeding and torn, rushed down the hill, and by the violence of bodily exertion sought to escape from my miserable self” (Shelley 893).  He envied the animals with their dens and burrows and nests of families.

Believing the Plague carried out its obliteration of humanity in England and France first and Italy last, he says, “Reason methought was on my side; and the chances were by no means contemptible that there should exist in some part of Italy a survivor like myself – of a wasted, depopulated land” (Shelley 891).  While searching for people, he comes upon white paint and decides that he will write with that paint: “Verney, the last of the race of Englishmen, had taken up his abode in Rome.” This minute act brought about some comfort for him, and he added in his painted message, “Friend, come!  I wait for thee!” (Shelley 891) Hope is ever present inside him.

In entering a saloon, he did not recognize himself reflected in the mirror on the wall.  His meek existence left him in tattered clothes, and much growth of hair on his face and on his head.  But with the spark of hope in him that there may be some surviving people somewhere, he cleaned himself up a bit.  He found writing utensils and papers in the study of an author of the house he came upon, and decided, “I also will write a book” (Shelley 897) and said, “I will write and leave in this most ancient city, the ‘world’s sole monument,’ a record of these things.  I will leave a monument of the existence of Verney, the Last Man” (Shelley 897).  

After a year, Lionel still endured, saying, “…loneliness is my familiar, sorrow my inseparable companion” (Shelley 897).  He cries, “Without love, without sympathy, without communion with any, how could I meet the morning sun, and with it trace its oft repeated journey to the evening shade?” (Shelley 895) But he does find a companion in the form of a shepherd dog that “left his fold to follow me, and from that day has never neglected to watch by and attend on me, showing boisterous gratitude whenever I caressed or talked to him” (Shelley 897).  He decides to depart on one of the boats tied to the pier, and to take books, supplies, and his dog with him to sail wherever it takes him in which he says, “restless despair and fierce desire of change lead me on” (Shelley 898), so that he feels he has a purpose in the remaining years of his life, always with a perseverance, strength, and hope for what lies ahead.  Literary critic, Timothy Ruppert, says as much when he argues The Last Man means, “…a prophecy of hope justified by the regenerative power of the human imagination” (Ruppert).

Through Austen’s portrayal of Lady Susan and Shelley’s depiction of Lionel Verney, both characters have relations with family and friends, but both find themselves cut off from them and their communities. Lady Susan produces ostracization from others through her selfish and conniving behavior, while Lionel lost his connection to his family and friends as well as all humanity through the circumstances of death, in which he had no control. Austen and Shelley teach us through their characters’ experiences with desolation, loneliness, and destructive behaviors, that human unity and kinship in our lives is vital to our health and wellbeing.

Works Cited

Austen, Jane.  Lady Susan.  The Broadview Anthology of British Literature:  The Age of 

Romanticism.  2nd ed.  Broadview Press, 2010.  Print.

Shelley, Mary.  The Last Man.  The Broadview Anthology of British Literature:  The Age

            of Romanticism.  2nd ed.  Broadview Press, 2010.  Print.

Soya, Michiko.  “Lady Susan:  A Game of Capturing the Last Word from Lady Susan to

            Jane Austen and Then”  Jane Austen Society of North America.  Winter 2003.

Web.  15 October 2015.  http://www.jasna.org/persuasions/on-line/vol24no1/soya.html

Bennett, Betty.  “Radical Imaginings:  Mary Shelley’s The Last Man.”  Romantic Circles.

            Summer 1995.  Web.  15 October 2015. 

https://www.rc.umd.edu/editions/mws/lastman/bennett.htm

Ruppert, Timothy. “TIME AND THE SIBYL IN MARY SHELLEY’S THE LAST MAN.” Studies in the Novel 41.2 (2009): 141-56.  Web.  18 October 2015.

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A Recent Healthy Decision

Friends,

In late April, I realized that absorbing news stories several times a day was not healthy for my emotional and mental health. Dropping out of commenting on anything political would also be a healthy move for me.

So, I did.

However, I will read news headlines once in a while and listen for a few minutes on something going on in the political realm. Grateful that it doesn’t stick to me like a monster glue.

I’ve discovered I’ve found much more peace and breathe better out of that world, especially the social media world.

Reading has become a refreshing pastime. It’s been a while since I truly read for pleasure and didn’t need to do it to only support my writing.

When I listened to author Lisa Wingate talk this past Sunday, she presented the importance for local communities to read together. That book clubs were essential to bringing people’s common interests in something experienced together to discuss and learn from each other.

This really struck me, because it brought me back to a simpler time when humans spent time together in person, talking, sharing, relating, that has diminished over the era of the tech and internet universe.

Keeping our humanity and respect for each other has been and seems to be more vital than ever.

And reading does this.

As Lisa said, there is a shared experience when you read a book. It’s a dive into a pool of sorts, where you experience the world of the characters you’re reading about and it transforms your own world in making it more enriching and special.

There’s a certain amount of peace I get when I read. The best experience for me is reading outside in my backyard, with the plentiful, calming sounds of the birds and squirrels, and the rustling of the leaves of the trees. As if they’re with me on my journey in the world of the story I’m reading. And I seemed to have forgotten about this special intimacy for many years until recently.

To be able to have such moments of solace and solitude, bereft of noise pollution and never-ending bickering on social media and political shows is a great feeling and encounter.

Thank God I’ve been able to experience this and live my life in a much more healthy and happy environment.

What do you feel like when you are away from the chaos of the world? How do you feel when you are reading a fiction book that takes you out of the flotsam of the social media, political universe?

Life in a Different Era

Today’s my birthday and thought I’d share some memories of my childhood. It does seem like a lifetime ago and definitely a different era.

Growing up, I was in the generation of kids that would come home from school and go outside and play all the rest of the day until around dinner time. And on weekends, all day playing with my friends mostly outside until dark.

There was a freedom then that is sadly missing in my youngest son’s generation and the generation of young ones after his today.

I would hop on my bike and ride all over the place around my neighborhood and sometimes to my friends’ neighborhoods that were a ways off from my own.

Riding on a bike was always such a freeing feeling. The wind streaming through your hair, brushing your face. A calming feeling as well. When you’d peddle fast, you felt like nobody could touch you, nobody could reach you, that you were almost invincible.

I had the popular banana seat bike with the looped handlebars. I had a blue one. 🙂

(example of banana seat bike via public domain pics on Google)

Lots of games to play outside, too, like hide and go seek, tag, ghost in the graveyard, and bloody murder. The last one I played with a whole stairwell of kids (two apartment buildings connected on Rhein Main Air Base in Germany).

Whenever I’d say to whoever I was talking to that we played bloody murder, the person wouldn’t know what that was. It’s basically the opposite of hide and go seek. The murderer hides and the people go around a particular large object. The murderer will wait until he/she has the best shot at tagging one of his/her victims by surprising them quietly. The person who sees the murderer coming for him/her yells, “Bloody murder!” and everyone screams and runs around the large object to base, which is the safe spot for everyone. Also, you can’t turn around and go back to base. You must continue running around the same direction and get to the base that way. It was a fun game. 🙂

I grew up playing with Fisher Price Little People and Barbies.

But at a certain point, our mom made us (my sister and I) choose which sets of toys we wanted to keep because we just had too many. lol So we chose Barbies.

We had so many awesome Barbies, and ones that were famous celebrities, too!

*Dolly Parton

*Jamie Somers (Bionic Woman)

*Cheryl Ladd (Charlie’s Angels)

*Kate Jackson (Charlie’s Angels)

*Steve Austin (the Six Million Dollar Man)

*Cher

*The Archies (from the comics) characters

My sister and I made up such elaborate stories with our Barbies’ lives. lol Surviving a Tornado, a murderer on the loose, a dying relative (or the main Barbie dying of an illness), big families with lots of kids.

I was around for the introduction of the Atari system.

We owned:

Centipede, Demon Attack, Frogger, Pitfall, Kaboom!, Keystone Cops, Enduro, Maze Craze, and Asteroids. And probably others I’ve forgotten to mention here.

My first video game was a miniature video arcade game that was small enough to set on your lap and play in the car (like I did) or in your room, or whatever. It was portable. The game was, of course, Pac-Man. Ha ha!

I was also around for the introduction of the Rubik’s Cube. That was so much fun trying to figure out then. I don’t recall ever really solving it, but maybe I did. Just don’t remember!

Times were simpler then. When your family would go on road trips, your sibling and you would sit in the back seat playing card games like Crazy Eights, or Barbies, or look outside the window at the trees going by, or follow the telephone lines as they undulated soothingly up and down.

In my grade school years, while in the car, my parents would be playing their eight tracks of Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, and others. Later, at home we’d listen to the music on the stereo Mom would play from her favorites, the BeeGees and ABBA.

We had a pet Gerbil named Lucy when I was in grade school. My dad used to sing the Beatles song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” to her. Hee hee. It was fun.

Board games were big in my house. Sorry, Life, Clue, were the main ones.

In late grade school, junior high, and high school, my family would play poker, rummy, Tripoli, and Trivial Pursuit. My dad won every time in Trivial Pursuit. lol

Going to the roller rink in sixth grade was a big deal. It was so much fun skating around the rink on those four cushy, fat wheels. The best part of the evening on the rink was when they’d shut off the regular lights and leave on the colored lights that would flicker around the floor. Then they’d play “The Hokey Pokey” with those flashing lights, and we’d do the dance.

As I was typing here, I must tell you what happened this evening.

My oldest son, Nicholas, and his best friend Alex, took me to Olive Garden for dinner. It was delicious. And I even splurged and had a slice of cheesecake! They treated me, and I thanked them!

Then we came home, and I was on my computer starting this blog, when my youngest son, Christopher, came home early from filling in for a coworker at his job. See, he wasn’t supposed to work today, but a coworker was asking him if he could fill his shift. So, Christopher, always so good at being dependable and helpful, went ahead and took the 4:30 p.m.-11:00 p.m. shift.

However, he came home around 8:00 or so. He came up to my room and dropped his backpack and looked sad. I was worried something had happened at work. He came over to me and gave me a hug. He broke down in tears and said he felt terrible working on my birthday. He cried at work, and they let him off early, at 7:30. I told him it was fine. It’s all right.

I was so touched.

He said in tears, “I didn’t even get to give you a hug goodbye before I went to work.”

I told him I understood.

Well, he said, “And I got you a present.”

Again, I was moved by this.

He went into the hallway outside of my room and brought in a comfy little solid and soft back rest to put against the head board of my bed. And I love it!

I told him it was so kind and thoughtful of him. I’d never forget this special gift. It was so practical and thoughtful! He knows I tend to sit here at times and type. And here he went to Target after work and bought this for me! What a sweetheart! I hugged him and told him I loved him and thanked him for his kind and thoughtful gift, once again.

I had him take a picture of me using it so I could share it with you all. 🙂

A very special birthday today. I feel completely loved and blessed. Thank you, God for my family and my life!