Perils of the Night: A Feminist Study of Nineteenth-Century Gothic

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Oxford University Press, Feb 22, 1990 - Literary Criticism - 368 pages
This book argues that the source of Gothic terror is anxiety about the boundaries of the self: a double fear of separateness and unity that has had a special significance for women writers and readers. Exploring the psychological, religious, and epistemological context of this anxiety, DeLamotte argues that the Gothic vision focuses simultaneously on the private demons of the psyche and the social realities that helped to shape them. Her analysis includes works of English and American authors, among them Henry James, Mary Shelley, Herman Melville, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Emily Brontë, Charlotte Brontë, and a number of often neglected popular women Gothicists.

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Boundaries of the Self in Womens Gothic
147
Notes
293
Bibliography
323
Index
341
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