There
is a telling moment in the confrontation between Walter and the Count near the
end of the book when the count asks Walter about his motivations for disclosing
Fosco and Gylde’s scheme. When Walter declares that he acts in his wife’s
interest, the young man notices that he “sank in [the Count’s] estimation as a
dangerous man from that moment” (401). We get a sense of Collins’s tastes here,
too. The romance between Walter and Laura seems like something he includes out
of obligation, a sort of necessary motivation for our hero which the author
never really develops as colorfully as he should. Instead, he depicts Laura as
a wilting flower, a figure so lifeless that one suspects that even Walter is
losing interest in her as he explores the machinations of Collins’s proudly elaborate
plot.
This
isn’t to say that Collins is completely disinterested in romance. In fact the
book includes a compelling love story—between Fosco and Marian. Fosco gives
mouth to the reader’s (and Walter’s and Collins’s) fascination with Marian. After
Fosco, she is the most developed character. This is due to the chance she is
given to narrate and the amount of agency she has in the story. Laura says
little and does even less. Walter regards her as a little sister or a child,
and the fond remarks he makes of Marian (each more unsettling than the last)
give evidence to his latent attraction.
Fosco,
though, is the most developed character. The way that Collins relishes every
paint stroke of his characterization gives evidence to the author’s deep identification
with the Count. He is the only character with any nuance—and Collins takes time
to depict his cruelty towards humans and his tenderness with animals in such a
way that they somehow each make sense and lend themselves overall to a more
elaborate portrait of a man. I suspect that Collins imagines himself like Fosco.
As with Collins, the Count takes pride in his writing skills, and he even
suggests that his caper might be fodder for a compelling English romance. But
Fosco, like Collins, is disinterested in traditional love stories that end in
marriage (his apathy towards blank-canvas Madame Fosco is evidence of this).
His written account, much like Collins’s entire book, swerves again and again
to fawning discussion of Marian. His attraction to the more “masculine” sister (much
like his cruel aristocratic worldview or his unapologetic love of himself)
might be a latent aspect of Collins’s own mind. The Woman in White ends with Collins bored and confused with the
Walter-Laura pairing and, as a consequence, not doing much with it at all. He
leaves Laura upstairs with a headache for too much of the novel and chooses
instead to end the novel with an acknowledgement of Walter’s real love, Mariane, “the good angel of
our lives” (426).
It
seems that the masculine aspects of Marian keep her from being depicted as
“desirable” in the traditional sense. Is this merely a consequence of Collins’s
period? Jayne Eyre is desirable and
autonomous, so I suspect that Collins’s depiction of Marian has to do with his
gender as much as his time period. At what point did male romance writers
realize that a woman could be both desirable and self-assured—that a woman like
this need not be divided into two sisters, and that, if she wasn’t, it would
make for a more compelling read?
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