Keith Oatley's A Natural History (1998) performs radical surgery on George Eliot's Middlemarch. Oatley appropriates and inflates Eliot's use of a cholera outbreak into one of his novel's major conflicts, while shearing off or collapsing Eliot's multiple plots. A Natural History narrates the courtship, marriage, and struggles of Marian Brooks and Dr. John Leggate, who live in the town of Middlethorpe; Marian is an occasional writer and tentatively aspiring pianist (there are some echoes of Daniel Deronda here), and Leggate is an ambitious physician-scientist obsessed with discovering the cause of cholera. After a number of unpleasantnesses brought on by a cholera epidemic in 1849--including the proto-muckraking journalism of Marian's rejected suitor, Warrinder--the couple emigrate to Canada, where Leggate becomes a respected professional and Marian a successful music teacher.
Both protagonists are recognizable composites of Middlemarch characters, and their stories similarly borrow from the earlier novel's plots. Marian yokes together Dorothea Brooke (the last name, the utopianism about marriage), Rosamond Vincy (various marital crises, her education in a finishing school, the piano-playing), and Eliot herself (the first name, the lapsed religious faith, the writing talent, her vexed relationship with her father). Leggate, meanwhile, marries Lydgate (the name, the profession, the dedication to science, the romance with an actress) and Casaubon (his difficulties with publication). Marian's brother William strongly resembles Fred Vincy, and her friend Caroline fills in for Dorothea's sister Celia; similarly, Leggate's friend Halliwell, an engineer, is akin to Mr. Farebrother. As for the stories, Leggate's cholera research combines elements of both Casaubon's and Lydgate's thwarted projects--although Leggate eventually identifies the cause of cholera, he is pipped to the post by John Snow, its historical discoverer--and the scandal surrounding his assistance to prostitutes during the outbreak looks back to Lydgate's misfired connection to Bulstrode. Marian's own longing for vocation and her attempt to theorize the role of "friendship" in marriage derive primarily from Dorothea's plot.
It might be better to think of A Natural History as a corrective to Middlemarch, rather than a revision of it--although, obviously, the former implies the latter. By "corrective," I simply mean that A Natural History tries to straighten out all of the kinks in Middlemarch's various romances and related plotlines. As I noted the other day to some students in my upper-divison novel course, none of the romance plots in Eliot's novel quite work; the final pairings are (mostly) more or less happy ones, but Eliot deliberately makes them all a shade less than ideal. (Is the often petty, sulky Ladislaw really more perfect for Dorothea than Sir James or Casaubon? Does Fred really deserve Mary more than Mr. Farebrother does?) Similarly, Eliot's Lydgate winds up wealthy but nevertheless a failure, implicitly "killed" by his wife's unrelenting materialism and egotism. (As Eliot's narrator reports, "[h]e once called her his
basil plant; and when she asked for an explanation, said that
basil was a plant which had flourished wonderfully on a murdered
man's brains" ["Finale"].) In A Natural History, by contrast, both Marian and Leggate finally achieve personal and professional success through a process of trial-and-error: Marian learns that "[i]t's not so much a matter of starting with friendship, or imagining ourselves complete in ourselves, as coming through the longings to friendship" (392), while Leggate discovers scientific sampling methods and microscopy techniques along with the cholera. The Leggates' abrupt departure for Canada, which involves remarkably
little angst--perhaps because, as Marian's aunt says, "People visit
America now for the fun of it" (363)--draws on the emigration topos
familiar from Victorian novels like Mary Barton or David Copperfield, in which the colonies offer a free space for experimentation and social rebirth, further suggests that the couple possibly represents a new historical type. Their joint growth, which embodies an implicitly post-Victorian form of marriage, also suggests the novel's relative optimism about modernization; unlike Middlemarch, which at times has a Walter Scott-ian nostalgia for the traditions dislodged by the coming of, say, the railway, A Natural History unambiguously interprets scientific progress as a social and moral good. (Is there such a thing as Whig historical fiction?) In fact, the ending, which couples Darwin and Malthus, verges on environmental utopianism (albeit of a suitably dismal sort): "How the human race can stop multiplying, before we all reproduce ourselves out of existence, so the only creatures to survive will be ones that are too small to be seen" (396). For Marian, Darwin effectively ends religious narratives of human development, and substitutes instead a "new story," in which "we're making our way up from something worse" (395).
I fear that I have a few caveats about the novel's overall success. To begin with, it's not always the case that a happy ending is a successful ending. Eliot's thwarted characters suggest a much tougher view of historical process than Oatley possesses: Casaubon's scholarship is anachronistic; Lydgate's will prove similarly so (but is first thwarted by provincial culture itself); Dorothea's vocation cannot be realized in the circumstances of 1830s England. Leggate's success, complete with vindication by his enemies in Middlethorpe, is more wish-fulfillment than anything else--a fairy-tale ending, not a realistic one. More seriously, the Oatley of 1998 is not yet an entirely successful prose stylist. The characters do not speak in different "voices," and they all think in comma splices (in lieu of a more ambitious form of stream-of-consciousness narrative). I also found the various ups-and-downs of the Leggate marriage somewhat abruptly handled--it's not always clear why the characters are fighting, or what motivates their behavior more generally--and religious convictions do not seem to be Oatley's forte. Then again, Oatley does effectively and unobtrusively work in stray wisps of description or dialogue from Eliot's novel, and there is an interesting (albeit implicit) debate about the relationship between scientific observation and different forms of literary style. The overall result can be frustrating, to be honest, but Victorianists at least will be interested.