… my reader must know that she is to be very dear, and that my story will be nothing to him if he does not love Lily Dale.
It reminded me of Henry James repeatedly referring to Isabel Archer as “our heroine”. This established a dual intimacy – one between the reader and the writer, the other between the writer and his muse – and it was one of the reasons I enjoyed that novel so very much.
As noted in the previous post, Clifton Fadiman holds Trollope in high regard. I picked up this book with no other knowledge of Trollope or his body of work, just to see what Fadiman meant by a book that “ministers to the tired night-welcoming mind.” I am inclined to give it a try, as a change of pace, to recover from too many pages of Love in the Time of Cholera – a book that it is impossible to read with a calm mind. Allington is a big book and the pace in the first three chapters is nothing if not leisurely, so it will be a long time before I know what to make of Lilian Dale.