Monday, April 15, 2013

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë


Fun With Ed and Jane (The Brontë Sisters Week)

The stage is set. A soft rendition of “We Are Family” is playing in the background. Drum rolls, please! Now let’s give a big round of applause for the brainy, bodacious, and brilliant Brontë sisters! Curtains! Enter the literary trio: Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë.

This week I’m going to take a look at the works of these remarkable sisters.  The three Brontë sisters were exceptional writers who churned out amazing classics in their short lives.  Tragically, all died before the age of forty. We start with Charlotte, born in 1816. She was, in fact, a middle child in a family of six siblings.  At the ages of ten and eleven respectively, her sisters Elizabeth and Maria died from tuberculosis. This left Charlotte the eldest with brother Bramwell, Emily, and little Anne following behind her. When Anne was not quite two years old, their mother died of cancer.

All siblings were blessed with creative juices flowing through their veins.  Bramwell proved to have a knack for art and became a portrait painter. After Charlotte and Emily’s plan to open a school failed, they, along with Anne tried their hand at writing which had always been their hobby anyway.  It was an accidental discovery on Charlotte’s part that got the ball rolling.  Charlotte found Emily’s secret poems she had written—ones she had not seen before.  She was impressed.  Soon after, Anne revealed that she had also been writing on the sly. Charlotte thought, “What the hecketh, let’s publisheth all our writings in one book. What have we got to lose?” The 1800s being a man’s world and all, the clever sisters decided to use the male pseudonyms Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, the first letters of their real names corresponding to the masculine pen names. The book was published at their own expense and sadly was not the runaway best seller they thought it might be. Two copies were sold (or three depending on your source). Dismal either way. But the sisters were nothing if not determined and decided to plow forward.  In 1847 all three of the sisters published their own masterpieces.  Anne unveiled Agnes Grey, Emily debuted Wuthering Heights, and Charlotte gave birth to Jane Eyre, which was the most successful of the three.  

Just as they were still celebrating their good fortune, tragedy struck.  Bramwell, who had in the meantime become an alcoholic and addicted to laudanum, succumbed to tuberculosis in September of 1848. Just three months later Emily, too, passed away from the same illness. And if that wasn't enough, five months after that Anne became the fifth victim of the dreaded disease in their family. Bramwell was thirty-one, Emily was thirty, and Anne was just twenty-nine years old. 

That left Charlotte the last woman standing. She valiantly carried on and continued to write. She became a bit reclusive.  Finally one man managed to win her over, and in 1854 Charlotte married Arthur Bell Nicholls. At last she had found happiness. And as a bonus helping of joy, Arthur and Charlotte were to become parents! But Brontës’ lives were destined to be more tragic than a novel, and nine months into her marriage, Charlotte died of complications from her pregnancy.  She was thirty-eight years old.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë is my favorite of the Brontë Sisters' books.  This book is a long saga of an orphan girl who grows up to become a governess and eventually falls in love.  Throughout her challenging life, Jane overcomes as many obstacles as Wonder Woman deflects bullets. First she is abused by the aunt who took her in after her parents died. Then she’s shoved off to Lowood, a school that puts boot camps to shame. Heat, proper meals, and decent clothing are luxury items. So is dignity. Jane is singled out and further humiliated in conditions that would garner lawsuits, or at the very least a book deal, in this day and age.  She deserves a T-shirt that says “I Survived Lowood.”  Finally after eight arduous years as a student and later a teacher, she sets out on her own as governess to Adele Varens, ward of the formidable Mr. Edward Rochester.  She falls in love with Mr. R., which is of course, totally inappropriate given her place in the household as well as the fact that she’s kind of homely compared to his upscale friends. Will they or won’t they get together—that’s the question. And I’m not giving the answer.  If you don’t already know the story, you may find a surprise or two along the way.  As I hinted at, this is a big book. I hope that won’t stop you from diving into this classic.  It’s a good one.

"My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol." 

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (1848; reprint, Pleasantville, NY: Reader’s Digest Association, Inc., 1984), 247.


Next up, Wuthering Heights—and it’s a doozy.





Happy reading!

Annette


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1 comment:

  1. I think it's about time I read their books!!! What talented sisters!!! I know a 3 some of sisters that is also pretty talented!! ;)

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