Critical Evaluation

Thomas Love Peacock, a satirical novelist, never had a wide audience. His ambition was not fame or fortune but merely to please himself. His concerns were not those of most writers within the Romantic movement. Still, the author gained the respect of Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron in his own times. Peacock’s novels are generally set in idyllic country homes in which drinking and flirting seem to be the major activity of the day. Reading between the lines, however, especially in the case of the satirical Nightmare Abbey, reveals serious discussions of moral, political, economic, scientific, and aesthetic concerns.

As with most satire, critical evaluations of the writer’s work tend to be somewhat negative. Satiric plots, as is true of Peacock’s, tend to be insignificant if not implausible. He sketches characters rather than writing rounded characters. Those characters who are more well rounded tend to be polemic in their opinions rather than deep, as they should be in a novel, in their emotions. What Peacock’s writing lacks in plot and character he makes up for in wit and epigrams. A classicist at heart, Peacock uses his fine understanding of the contemporary ideas he attacks to show opinion, not ill humor.

Scythrop Glowry, the son of Christopher Glowry, a Lincolnshire landed gentleman of gloomy disposition who presides over the family castle, Nightmare Abbey, is the hero of Peacock’s satire, a witty spoof of gothic fiction and of Romantic attitudes. The reader soon learns that Scythrop was named for an ancestor who committed suicide and whose skull is being used as a punchbowl. A student of Immanuel Kant, Scythrop falls madly in love with Marionetta Celestina O’Carroll, who more or less loves him too. The elder Glowry, however, has in mind a better match: Celinda Toobad, who has been educated abroad and is the heir to a considerable fortune. Scythrop banishes himself to the tower room of Nightmare Abbey and reads gothic fiction and dreams of “venerable eleutherarchs”—chiefs of a secret society called The Eleutheri—“and ghastly confederates holding midnight conventions in subterranean caves.” The novel ends with a scene that burlesques Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s Die Leiden des jungen Werthers (1774; The Sorrows of Young Werther, 1779): Scythrop, armed with a pistol and an ample supply of Madeira, waits for the fatal hour he has...

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