[Gifted from the publisher, Hodder & Stoughton. All opinions are my own.]
First and foremost, I would like to apologise for my absence on here. I’m been super bogged down by university work, work work, and having a life outside of my bedroom, but I’m back, read a few books in my hiatus, and I’m ready to talk about them till my hands ache from typing. Thanks for sticking around!
We can all agree that we’re sick of the same old Wuthering Heights retelling; bored of seeing Mr. Rochester reflected in every modern fictional fuck boy; and that nothing will outshine The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. No one can capture the hearts of readers like Charlotte did with Jane Eyre, like Emily did with Wuthering Heights, and like Anne did with Tenant. Instead of reimaging the classics, why don’t people turn to reimagining the lives of the authors? Well, this is exactly what Bella Ellis did with The Vanished Bride, where the sisters are detectives, solving the mystery of a missing woman, who left nothing but a bloody room behind her. It might not be plausible, or, you know, accurate, but it’s different. It’s fun.
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I just finished watching To Walk Invisible for probably the thousandth time and I’ve come away that That Feeling again. You know, that overwhelming feeling of love for the Brontë family. They have meant so much for me, for literally the longest time, and that biopic somehow always makes that connection stronger. To Walk Invisible is a biographical film of the family, specifically looking at Branwell’s downfall and the sister’s emergence into the literary world. Sally Wainwright, the director and writer, managed to do such a brilliant job at capturing this moment in time.
Branwell and his undoing is reproduced so beautifully. The biopic tends to divide people: they either come away feeling an immense amount of sympathy for him, or they come away loathing him. I’m one of the former. I think Wainwright does such a good job at humanising Branwell, and capturing all the demons that tormented him. He was such a skilled artist, but there was so much pressure on him to succeed, that he inevitably failed to live up to those expectations. He was young. He made mistakes, was mislead, got with the wrong crowd type-of-thing, but he was also human. Humans make mistakes.
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Over the course of October 2017 to March 2018, I composed an 8,601 word dissertation on the Brontë sisters. Through that arduous process, I complained many times over in my monthly wrap-ups. I moaned about how difficult it was to compose anything of meaning, and how depressing it was to read about the reality of Victorian marriage. But here I am, five months later, with a first class dissertation on the Brontës. I wanted to share my findings with you.
After a lengthy period of racking my brains, trying to choose an interesting topic to write on, jumping from research solely based on Charlotte to the Byronic hero, I finally settled on exploring the relationship between marriage and class in Charlotte’s Shirley, Emily’s Wuthering Heights, and Anne’s The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. This allowed me to write and research the three people who mean the most to me. Before anyone wonders, because I know you will, I wasn’t allowed to write on Jane Eyre. I had previously written an assignment on it that covered similar topics.
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