struggle to transform the physical body into the symbolized ideal of desire represents Weldon's view of the real cultural violence against women: not marriage to a Rochester, but desire to be his desire, desire to speak the self through a body that mirrors ideal models of femaleness. Such models are often beyond any possible transformations of the physical body. "And how, especially, do ugly women survive, those whom the world pities?" the narrator asks. "I'll tell you; they live as I do, outfacing truth, hardening the skin against perpetual humiliation, until it's as tough and cold as a crocodile's" (p. 7). Weldon's novel states directly what Brontë avoided: the violent cost of love and marriage for female identity in a world where women must be angelic beauties, where the body rather than the spirit must be improved, where violence is turned against women's bodies by women themselves in the name of self-improvement, transformation, beauty.
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Jane Eyre outlives her rival, Bertha, but in Weldon's novel the rivals for the unhappy wife, Ruth, are fictional, mass-produced romantic heroines, so the ideal body is already a symbolic construct, not flesh-and-blood but a text: "In Mary Fisher's novels, which sell by the hundred thousand in glittery pink-and-gold covers, little staunch heroines raise tearful eyes to handsome men, and by giving them up, gain them. Little women can look up to men. But women of six feet two have trouble doing so" (p. 22). The novel is full of physical details: Ruth is six foot two, her handsome husband, Bobbo, is five foot ten, and his loverthe romance writer Mary Fisheris five foot four. Ruth's physical body is not ideal. And the fictions of desire function in the world as in books, for the heroines are the beautiful women like Mary, as Ruth sees: "Mary Fisher has made her books come true. It can be done. She's done it" (p. 66).
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Weldon's novel asks whether a woman who does not look like a heroine can do it. Ruth is not betrayed by her mind, as Bertha Rochester is, but by her body, by her size, by her failure to look and therefore be feminine. Ruth's response is not renunciation of her embodied voice, or of desire, but renunciation of her excessive self:
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