She translated and edited `The Daughters of Karl Marx: Family Correspondence 1866-98′ (Penguin, 1984).The father of socialism was simply `Dear Dada’ to his most loyal follower1, Modena Villas19 March 1866My Dear Dada,As Jenny is going to write to you I may as well enclose a short letter Your first adventure is very amusing that you took a deaf man for blind is capital. Her suicide note read: “My last word to you is the same that I have said during all these long, sad years – love.”In her life, a victim of her own loyalties, Eleanor Marx survives as a symbol of the woman who is almost free.Faith Evans is a literary agent, critic and translator. As soon as he had left, she put on a white bridal dress, went up to her bedroom and swallowed a substantial quantity of Prussic acid. On 31 March 1898, he was back at Eleanor’s house in Sydenham, probably trying to extort money from her, or to threaten to expose the truth about Marx’s “secret” son. The final blow came in March 1898.The previous summer, Aveling had left her for a 22-year-old actress, whom he subsequently married.

It was 100 years ago yesterday that Karl Marx’s youngest daughter, a bohemian, socialist and radical intellectual, went to her bedroom, put on her white wedding dress and swallowed a lethal dose of Prussic acid. If the 150th anniversary of the publication of the Communist Manifesto, much commemorated in recent days, reminds us of the long age of revolution, her death is a reminder of the demands exacted by revolutionary commitment. Eleanor’s packed, difficult existence, in which she struggled to reconcile the conflicting demands of work and parental duty, carries fresh resonance for every generation. Last Friday, at a conference at the University of London, devoted entirely to Eleanor Marx, speaker after speaker evoked the variety of her achievements and the ways in which her life, though unique in its close proximity to the sources of radical thought, paralleled that of other intellectual women, even now, in many ways.
Neither Eleanor not her father had much time for organised feminism, believing it to be both bourgeois and premature. “I was irresistibly drawn to him.”Eleanor’s final years were full of turmoil, so that, with hindsight, and given her history of depression, her suicide comes as no great surprise. There were violent international squabbles over Marx’s papers; there was the shattering revelation that Marx had a son, Freddy Demuth, who had previously been passed off as Engels’ offspring And there was Aveling’s increasingly demanding behaviour.

She chose to interpret his womanising and sponging as a disease, a compulsion that could be cured by hard work. Clearly the sexual pull between them was very strong: “Edward really brought out the feminine in me,” she wrote. Aveling was a man of many, mostly failed, parts – playwright, critic, scientist – with a reputation as a philanderer and embezzler. Eleanor fell deeply in love with him, perhaps seeing in him something of Marx’s energy and sexuality, certainly recognising him as a man who would give her confidence to work.This he undoubtedly did, but it didn’t take her long to perceive the superficiality of his nature “How natures like Edward’s… are to be envied, who in an hour completely forget anything,” she wrote to Olive Schreiner. Even so, she continued to live and work with him for the 15 years which separated her father’s death from her own.

He already had two revolutionary sons-in-law, neither of whom had turned out to be very satisfactory husbands, and he did not want a third.Within a year of his death Eleanor had set up house with Edward Aveling (the model for Dudebat in Shaw’s Doctor’s Dilemma). Loving and passionate by nature, she had recently broken off her only serious long-term relationship, with a glamorous Communard twice her age, partly because of Marx’s disapproval. “What neither Papa nor the doctors nor anyone will understand is that it is chiefly mental worry that affects me. Papa talks about my having `rest’ and `getting strong’ before I try anything and won’t see that `rest’ is the last thing I need.” Ironically, it was Eleanor, 28 when Marx died, who was landed with the extra task of sorting out his papers and arranging for publication of his work, a job she did with characteristic ferocity.Distraught as she was, Eleanor found some kind of release in her father’s death. Desperate to break free from her parents, she wanted to earn her own living, but Marx the Victorian patriarch was unwilling to let her go.The letters she wrote to Jenny and Laura at this time are full of anguish.

In her 20s, she suffered a series of nervous breakdowns and bouts of what we now recognise as anorexia. Picnics on Hampstead Heath, family performances of Shakespeare – this was a household of nicknames, games and pets Her own nickname was “Tussy”, inspired by her love of cats. Her sisters had married and were living in France with small children to look after, and the burden of caring for her ailing parents fell directly on her. When she spoke from platforms in Hyde Park or at worker’s rallies in the East End, she made an indelible impression on her audiences, with her wild black hair, intense dark eyes and theatrical manner.As Eleanor grew older, however, she felt oppressed by domestic responsibilities and the sense that real happiness hadeluded her. She bore a striking physical resemblance to Marx, and they were so alike in temperament that he would often remark that “Tussy is me”. By the time she was born, in 1855, a series of small legacies had meant the worst period of family poverty was over – in any case, Marx’s friend and collaborator Friedrich Engels could always be counted on to help with bills or to supply wine for celebrations.Marx was a doting father, the very centre of Eleanor’s life, and as the youngest daughter she was cosseted not only by him but by her two elder sisters, Jenny and Laura. She worked tirelessly to spread the doctrine of international solidarity, and taught many early working- class socialists to read and write.Eleanor had had a happy Victorian childhood.