by Ilana Blumberg

Reading George Eliot in Jerusalem

Who knew that the 19th century feminist novelist — decidedly not Jewish — was the woman who helped shape the women who shaped me?

Recently, holed up against the rain and wind of a Jerusalem winter, I asked my husband, who was headed to the library stacks of Hebrew University, to try to find me Volume III of The Letters of George Eliot. Eliot, the author of Middlemarch, Daniel Deronda and The Mill on the Floss, is perhaps the most intellectual of the Victorian-era novelists; she is certainly the one I love best.

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