Introduction:Special Issue on Eliza Haywood Manushag N. Powell The inspiration for this special issue was a remarkably joyous academic experience. Just over one year ago, on 5-6 April 2019, 40 international scholars gathered in Indianapolis, inside a hotel that had once been Union Station—atop which some trains still ran, punctuating the keynote lecture with particular oomph—to exchange their work on Eliza Fowler Haywood in recognition of the 300th anniversary of the work of amorous prose fiction that launched her career. Supported in part by Purdue University as well as Restoration, 300 Years of Love in Excess crackled with excitement and collegiality; the essays in this issue were in some form presented there or inspired by the conference project. 300 Years was notable, too, for the presenters' range of backgrounds and career stages. Many author societies today struggle to attract young members, but Haywood inspires them; this was a multigenerational gathering full of mentorship, anchored by the deep work of scholars who have spent decades with Haywood, and the bracing, cutting-edge ventures of early career researchers who, like all new authors, often see farther than the rest of us. The final compilation of this issue, however, happened under circumstances almost entirely the opposite of those I have described. Revisions and edits have been done under lonely conditions; we labor during shelter-in-place orders, away from our offices, our archives, our students. An author as prolific as Haywood produced a text for every circumstance, but this is perhaps especially so for the present long moment, as Haywood's characters are often quite familiar with the constraint of being trapped; easy freedom of movement was not very available to many eighteenth-century women. Perhaps one perfect kindred soul calls to us from The British Recluse, or, the Secret History of Cleomira, Suppos'd Dead: A Novel (1722). Explaining how she came to be so amorously susceptible [End Page 3] while under strict orders that she abstain from an active social life, Cleomira confesses that "this sudden Change from all the Liberties in the World, to the most strict Confinement, is all the Excuse I can make for my ill Conduct." Originally forced into social distancing, Cleomira comes, much later, to prefer its safety, particularly when she is able to share it with an intimate female friend. Haywood may be a great many things, but she is never naïve: not about the consolations of solitude, or much anything else, really. The final words of the text taunt us with an important distinction: "where a solitary Life is the Effect of Choice, it certainly yields more solid Comfort than all the publick Diversions which those who are the greatest Pursuers of them can find." (Of course, Cleomira's problem isn't a virus, but rather gendered predations attendant on patriarchy; Haywood's women flee to the countryside not to escape the biological kind of plague witnessed by Daniel Defoe's H.F., but to elude ruinous passion and gossip.) Cleomira's claim that retreat from society can be delightful when undertaken voluntarily and temporarily may have been a conviction of Haywood's. Decades later, in the thirteenth of Haywood's Epistles to the Ladies (1749), Mira—the wise matron of the Female Spectator gang—writes that she prefers winter in the countryside rather than the fashionable London season, for although "The Country is almost as desolate of Inhabitants as the Trees in my Forest are of Leaves.—All my Acquaintance in these Parts have left me, for what they call Delights more agreeable to the Season; yet I am still here,—and what seems most strange to you, am here by my own Choice." Mira, somewhat atypically for Haywood's writing, is a confident woman in a happy marriage who enjoys her investment in the education of her healthy children. Elsewhere, as Kathryn King argues in this issue, Haywood's Epistles are strongly conscious of loss, of the death of family and how to cope, and even to some extent the strange unknowability of the universe. All of these are themes suitable, of course, not only to pandemic writing, but (we contend) Restoration's scholarship. While Eliza...
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