Titlebook: Charm in Literature from Classical to Modernism; Charmed Life Richard Beckman Book 2019 The Editor(s) (if applicable) and The Author(s), un

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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-84628-766-4eceitful, why then meet it with naive submission to society’s rules, “the moral order”? The line between natural charm and manipulative charm is wavering. Charm is a kind of deceit, yet it can open the mind. In ., charm is slippery but defensible. In ., awareness of charm (in particular, the magneti

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Preface,rance over millennia, its sense, pejorative or favorable, deployed to suggest a quality either delightful or entrapping. Its significance in classics old and recent is remarked on classics?from Homer?to Joyce. It is a vital word in literature and journalism, with its sense and its standing mercurial

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The Sirens in Homer,ppears in most English renderings of their bewitching song: we encounter “clear voiced song,” “honeysweet sound,” “voice of the wondrous Sirens,” and “haunting song.” In Pope’s version of 1726, the Sirens are “sweet charmers,” and in his translation, the word charm in one sense or another occurs 56

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Spenser Versus Charm,ng is attractive, beware..In his epic apologue,?The Faerie Queene, charm as such is merely deceit, whether in a fetching woman or a sensuous religion, an instrument of Roman Catholicism and its sensuous theatricality, outward images that would only distract the inner quest for that holiness which al

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Shakespeare and Charm,es our heart. It is outside, yet we appreciate it, make it our own. We are charmed by Rosalind pretending to be someone other than herself while she plays the role of the person she is. The ambiguity of which self is speaking, the real or the pretend, is itself a part of Rosalind’s charm. This doubl

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Gaskell, Thackeray, and Joyce,o her and not subject to judgment since she cannot help having it, yet the effects that it has and the mischief it causes are shown to be morally reprehensible—effects that Thackeray might have found comical. James Joyce has nothing good to say about charm; it’s actually factitious and rather annoyi