Mary Wollstonecraft (1759-1797), the founder of modern liberal feminism, was also a serious philosopher, anonymously writing a Vindication of the Rights of Men in 1790, the first counter to Edmund Burke’s treatise on the dangers of the French Revolution. But it was her Vindication of the Rights of Woman, with her name appearing on the title page, written in 1792, that made her famous. Responding to Jean Jacques Rousseau, who had fetishized romantic love, Wollstonecraft argued that romantic love was an animal appetite which would inevitably fade away, leaving in its wake bitterness, betrayal and debauchery. Rousseau had wanted women:
“To please, to be useful to us, to make us love and esteem them, to educate us when young, to take care of us when grown up, to advise, to console us, to render our lives easy and agreeable”
Wollstonecraft, on the other hand, thought that women should be more rationally educated, so they would be content to love, get married and then have their passion transition into friendship, “that tender intimacy which is the best refuge from care.”
Although she thought that sexual attraction was a romantic delusion which destroyed friendship and corrupted the relationship between the sexes, she nevertheless fell in love with an eccentric Swiss artist, Henry Fusili, who used to voice out aloud his sexual obsessions. As Fusili was already married, Wollstonecraft attempted, unsuccessfully, to persuade his wife that she should move in with them both.
In 1793 she bravely traveled alone to revolutionary Paris, where she had a ringside seat at the daily exhibition of death and destruction, and personally witnessed Louis XVI being marched off to trial. She found a refuge from fear and insecurity in the house of Gilbert Imlay, an American revolutionary soldier. Again, despite her writing about the delusory and destructive nature of romantic passion, she fell madly in love with Imlay, and when he traveled to escape her smothering emotional intensity, she wrote to him demonstrating the same desperation and dependency that she had long despised in women. On discovering that Imlay had a mistress, she twice attempted suicide, although she was still nursing her daughter Fanny from him.
In 1797 she married William Godwin (1756-1836), the anarchist political philosopher and novelist. The marriage was an unlikely affair. Wollstonecraft, who had been raised by a tyrannical, abusive, and alcoholic father, was philosophically opposed to marriage, as was Godwin. However, the two decided to marry after Wollstonecraft became pregnant (they meticulously practiced the most sophisticated birth control of the day: abstention for three days following menstruation and then frequent sex for the remainder of the month) although they maintained their own residences and friends. Godwin was a man of cold, hard reason (he initially remembered Mary as an archetypical female chatterbox who would not shut up when he wanted to listen to Tom Paine at a dinner) but Mary taught Godwin how to love, and Godwin, in return, provided Mary with the stability she needed amidst a life of tumultuous passion.
Unfortunately their happiness was only to last six months, as Mary died in great pain following the birth of her daughter, Mary Godwin. Twenty years later, Mary Godwin, later Mary Shelley (she married the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley), would give birth to what she called her “hideous progeny” as the author of the most famous horror story of all time, Frankenstein. Thus Mary Wollstonecraft became grandmother to the most wounded of motherless children, an allegory combining the dangers of child-rearing, the fear of pregnancy and the destruction and despair that ensue from an unloved child.
Mary Wollstonecraft’s struggles to manage motherhood, career, sexual passion, obsessive love and education are the same struggles as those faced by women today, but her context was a society where women were considered legally dead once they were married. In 18th century England married women had no control of their earnings, inheritance or property and could not appear in court as a witness nor vote. Despite these obstacles Mary had the courage to suck the marrow from life as few knew how, both then and now. William Blake was acquainted with Mary, even illustrating one of her books, so it’s possible that his poem, Mary referred to her. Certainly the following extracts from Mary seem to accurately describe her character and situation:
“Mary moves in soft beauty and conscious delight,”
“Some said she was proud, some call’d her a whore,
And some, when she passèd by, shut to the door”
“O, why was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like this envious race?
Why did Heaven adorn me with bountiful hand,
And then set me down in an envious land?”
October 19, 2014 at 8:28 pm
Hey, Malcolm, good to hear from you again.
October 19, 2014 at 8:36 pm
Matt, thank you. It’s good to be back!
October 19, 2014 at 8:40 pm
Completely wonderful Malcolm…thank you for posting. Thank you for sharing your mind.
October 19, 2014 at 9:39 pm
Mike, thank you. After a five month blogging break that is a delightful comment to come back to.
October 20, 2014 at 2:27 am
Welcome back, Malcolm. Good to see you writing to us again. I’m curious what prompted this? Sucked the marrow out, eh? Thankfully we live in a society where many women can successfully juggle everything, especially with the love and friendship of a good husband.
Cheers Malcom. Now don’t disappear again.. Audra
October 20, 2014 at 7:35 am
Thank you Audra. I’m afraid I will have to leave your curiosity unsatisfied this time 🙂
October 20, 2014 at 7:37 am
Chicken. Smile. Im just kidding, Malcolm. Thanks for the visit and follow too.
October 20, 2014 at 5:06 am
Good stuff, loved the Frankenstein tie in at the end.
October 20, 2014 at 7:43 am
Thank you my friend. Am finally coming up for air and will reply to your email shortly.
October 20, 2014 at 7:47 am
Great if you do it before Friday night you will be the next interview Saturday morning.
October 20, 2014 at 12:34 pm
Malcolm, welcome back!
Wonderful to read a post from you again.
October 20, 2014 at 1:17 pm
Hanne, thank you. It’s been a long time. How is my eccentric blogging friend from the land of magic and music?
October 20, 2014 at 1:34 pm
Sometimes a long time is the ‘right’ time. Just really glad to see you here again and the always inspiring posts you upload.
I’m well, thank you. Been a great full on summer here on the emerald isle and just when I was ready to shift into autumn and winter mode, to dream and drift for a long while it appears life is gathering momentum instead. 🙂 All wonderful, interesting and creative things that holds both magic and music 🙂 However, I’m deliberately slowing down the flow a bit, to be ready for full force. So I’m about to head off without a return ticket… for a little unknown while. Not far though, Denmark and the Uk.
And how is Malcolm?
October 21, 2014 at 5:06 pm
Glad to hear you are still traveling and letting the world open up to you in your usual inimitable way. I also see that your sensing abilities are as keen as ever 🙂
October 23, 2014 at 4:48 am
It’s a good ‘habit’ of mine, can’t turn it off anymore 🙂 Malcolm, thank you much for your words.
October 20, 2014 at 5:21 pm
Always know, Malcolm, that you provide a ‘quality of life experience’ for your fortunate readers.
October 20, 2014 at 9:49 pm
Careful Bonnie. If you continue commenting on posts like that I will start charging you 🙂
October 21, 2014 at 3:04 pm
Smile…old song, “The Best Things in Life Are Free.”
October 20, 2014 at 9:00 pm
Long time no read. Thete is lots to be learned from Wollstonecraft’s life. It may seem hopeless for the individual to fight social convention, but generations to follow will be thankful for every strong soul who whiddles away social injustice
October 20, 2014 at 10:04 pm
Nico, it’s good to hear from you. I second your sentiment. She was a truly courageous soul who made a real difference.
October 21, 2014 at 2:19 am
Particularly clever post, without being cold. Actually, very pleasant. Have you ever read “The Terribly Plain Princess”, by Pamela Oldfield?? Reading your post made me think about, even if the connexion is not so obvious.
The opening line is, ‘Once upon a time there was this terribly plain princess. I won’t beat about the bush – she was terribly plain.’
The terribly plain Princess falls in love with a plain gardener who longs to grow a giant blue marigold: ‘He confided this secret to nobody but the Princess Sophia – and the cook and most of his relations (and he came from a very large family).’
A lovely deconstruction of fairy tales. You do it with your usual charm.
Thank you:)
October 22, 2014 at 2:31 pm
Thank you. I will check out The Terribly Plain Princess to find the connection.
October 24, 2014 at 4:12 pm
I too welcome you back, Malcolm! And what a fascinating post. Sometimes it seems woman have evolved and progressed so much and then sometimes one is reminded that regardless of time, space, and place, we still face the same issues. “despite her writing about the delusory and destructive nature of romantic passion, she fell madly in love with Imlay,” You have definitely piqued my curiosity and make me want to learn more about both Mary’s. Thank you.
October 24, 2014 at 11:23 pm
Thank you Tahira. Personally I feel that human nature never changes. Also, I’m so happy I piqued your interest in this remarkable woman.
October 24, 2014 at 9:08 pm
Reblogged this on S U A R I * सुअरी and commented:
In my life I am empowered, strong and female because I am married to a strong and empowered male!
October 24, 2014 at 11:19 pm
Thank you Pooja. A great point and I believe Audra (amac) shared similar sentiments in her comment. Thank you also for reblogging this post.
October 25, 2014 at 8:03 am
I’m glad I stuck with this one, Malcolm. I was getting exasperated with her. =) But then I can’t expect her to have been more normal with the kind of father she had. A most interesting geneology; I wasn’t aware of her relationship to Frankenstein’s Mary Shelley and my beloved Percy. Writing you makes me also appreciate what a startling literary creature M Shelley had birthed given her gender and the times she lived in. A great hawk’s-eye view you give us of the many ways the actions (and pathologies) of our fathers (and obviously, mothers) play out down the generations.
October 26, 2014 at 7:58 pm
Diana, thank you. Mary was certainly an exasperating person but she grappled bravely with all the issues she wrote about without any of the accumulated knowledge and experience possessed by women today. You raise a great point about the contribution of family pathologies to literary creations.
October 26, 2014 at 8:09 pm
Emailed you. =)
March 26, 2016 at 4:20 pm
You wished to discuss The Confessions of Max Tivoli.
I loved the descriptions of Max’s feelings for and response to Alice. They carried me through the first 2/3 of the book. I do wish I felt a little closer to her and even Max. Greer had not taken care to tie my heart strings nice and well to them, so that the reverberations of their life and pain were not loud when I closed the book. A surprise for me was the strength of love Hugh demonstrated; how convincing it was, that of a homosexual. Don’t mean to sound shallow or ignorant. I just hadn’t come across such love conveyed so profoundly in literature. Wasn’t as convinced by the closing plot, Max’s plan to stay briefly and then disappear as he would. Selfish indeed to do that to Alice and Sammy. But Greer’s prose is such a pleasure he is forgiven all imperfections.
March 26, 2016 at 7:46 pm
“Greer had not taken care to tie my heart strings nice and well”
Interesting. I thought he handled that very deftly. I wonder what more you think anyone could do HW?
“I just hadn’t come across such love conveyed so profoundly in literature.”
Yes, forget Alice and Max, the real love story is between Hughie and Max. I wasn’t surprised by this. Death in Venice comes to mind, as does the Baron de Challus in Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, one of the great gay characters in literature. I was completely drawn in to the improbable plot by Greer’s writing craft and as you surmised was especially mesmerized by the picture of a man totally alone, existentially cut off from the world and desperately swimming against the current. Imagine what it takes to always “be what they think you are”. Thank goodness Max practiced stoicism. His heart-breaking love for Alice which was always just out of reach, was as poignant as any love story I have ever read. Thank you again for this.
March 26, 2016 at 8:28 pm
“I wonder what more you think anyone could do HW?” I’ve read books that left me deeply moved (long after I closed them), aching for the characters to a depth I did not quite feel in this book – even secondary characters. Felt like I was reading of Alice (in matchless prose) but I couldn’t really make her out distinctly at an emotional level.
Technically, it wasn’t a love story between the men. A revelation, and more one-sided, which is what made it so painful for H.
All the layers and the multidimensional elements, the existential, the passion, desperation, the concept of time. Craft is really the word for what Greer did. I’m pleased it was worth your TiMe.
October 29, 2014 at 2:56 pm
Greetings Malcolm,
It is always a pleasure to visit your blog!
I particularly enjoy reading this post not least because the topic is the same I recently wrote about albeit through a different lens.
Having said that I would also venture to say that Mary herself might rather ‘agree’ with the view through my lens, because after all she: ‘…. despite her writing about the delusory and destructive nature of romantic passion, she fell madly in love with Imlay, and when he travelled to escape her smothering emotional intensity, she wrote to him demonstrating the same desperation and dependency that she had long despised in women …’ I maintain that our actions always speak much louder about who we are than our words -:)!
October 30, 2014 at 6:46 pm
Daniela, thank you. I agree with you but you can’t help admiring her, born into poverty with an abusive, alcoholic father, struggling with all those issues, with no intellectual ammunition to support her other than what she created herself, often treated as a pariah, and with a social and legal system stacked against her.
November 3, 2014 at 4:08 am
Malcolm, so great to have you back ~ and this post did not disappoint. A fascinating look at how logic and reason some times seems to be in a perpetual battle with human nature. A history of a lady I have never known but now very intrigued to learn more ~ her relationship with Imlay is in such contradiction to what she disliked about Rousseau.
“To please, to be useful to us, to make us love and esteem them, to educate us when young, to take care of us when grown up, to advise, to console us, to render our lives easy and agreeable” are the selfish attributes that men do desire ~ and I can’t help but think that it is only the great minds of women that can us men beyond this and into a great life.
Welcome back and wish you well!
November 3, 2014 at 3:06 pm
Dalo, thank you for the comment and heartfelt sentiments. We are naked apes with predispositions, drives and passions, as well as reason, and there is nothing in logic that would suggest that all these elements should be in harmony with one another. As you note, Mary Wollstonecraft was a living embodiment of these conflicts, one of the reasons why her life and work are of such interest.
November 8, 2014 at 9:03 am
Love, Passion, Reason, and Marriage is quite a mouthful! Great post; glad you are back. Woot!
I’ve been on a journey to find balance my entire married life, and now I am watching my daughter traveling down the same path. I can relate to Mary. It sounds like a great read.
November 8, 2014 at 4:13 pm
Thank you. I’ve always wondered about ‘balance’. All of us want it but the interesting people, the ones we admire the most, are the most unbalanced. Why is that?
November 8, 2014 at 5:27 pm
Great question. Perhaps it is because those that we admire have so much energy going into what they are passionate about.
January 4, 2015 at 1:25 pm
Absolutely fascinating, I didn’t know this history. Thank you posting~
January 4, 2015 at 1:35 pm
Cindy, I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. Among other things I admire Mary for her intellectual and emotional honesty and she deserves to be remembered for that alone.
May 3, 2015 at 3:33 pm
I love this post, Malcolm. Although I’ve read Vindication of the Rights of Woman, I didn’t realise all this about the life of Mary Wollstonecraft. Really fascinating. Thank you.
July 15, 2015 at 4:09 pm
Reblogged this on The Sprightly Writer and commented:
Because this is gorgeous. And it resonates.
July 15, 2015 at 6:21 pm
Casey, thank you for the reblog and for your comment. This is a messy, rambling post which I could have pruned to my usual three or four paragraphs, but then I realized that the whole point of the post is that love, passion, reason and marriage are messy concepts, both in theory and in practice. I know you understand this.
If you read my last post you know that I am on an indefinite blogging break which I broke to respond to your comment. I mention this because I will not be visiting blogs while writing the book.
March 26, 2016 at 9:11 pm
Not sure why you say that but if we have to leave it at that, all right. I understood all the cues and foreshadowings about H, and know the men’s intimate friendship was the counterpoint to the love story that was front and center. I knew MT did not ALLOW himself to know the truth about his friend and his special love for him or respond. Either way, I said it was one-sided in as far as it was unrequited, which was why it was so tragic for H.
November 10, 2020 at 8:33 pm
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/nov/10/mary-wollstonecraft-finally-honoured-with-statue-after-200-years