J. Hillis Miller - Books

Books

  • (1958) Charles Dickens: The World of His Novels
  • (1963) The Disappearance of God: Five Nineteenth-Century Writers
  • (1965) Poets of Reality: Six Twentieth-Century Writers
  • (1968) The Form of Victorian Fiction: Thackeray, Dickens, Trollope, George Eliot, Meredith, and Hardy
  • (1970) Thomas Hardy, Distance and Desire
  • (1971) Charles Dickens and George Cruikshank
  • (1982) Fiction and Repetition: Seven English Novels
  • (1985) The Linguistic Moment: from Wordsworth to Stevens
  • (1985) The Lesson of Paul de Man
  • (1987) The Ethics of Reading: Kant, de Man, Eliot, Trollope, James, and Benjamin
  • (1990) Versions of Pygmalion
  • (1990) Victorian Subjects
  • (1990) Tropes, Parables, Performatives: Essays on Twentieth Century Literature
  • (1991) Theory Now and Then
  • (1991) Hawthorne & History: Defacing It
  • (1992) Ariadne's Thread: Story Lines
  • (1992) Illustration
  • (1995) Topographies
  • (1998) Reading Narrative
  • (1999) Black Holes
  • (2001) Others
  • (2001) Speech Acts in Literature
  • (2002) On Literature
  • (2005) The J. Hillis Miller Reader
  • (2005) Literature as Conduct: Speech Acts in Henry James
  • (2009) For Derrida

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