Emily Brontë – iconic and elusive novelist

Earlier this month was the anniversary of the death of an author who only wrote one novel. Many critics hated it: one wrote “How a human being could have attempted such a book without committing suicide before he had finished a dozen chapters, is a mystery. It is a compound of vulgar depravity and unnatural horrors.” When Emily Brontë died, aged only 30, she believed her novel to have been a failure. These days, Wuthering Heights is deemed to be one of the greatest works of literature of all time, and is one of my favourite novels. It’s hard to believe that this tale of passion and hatred was written by a woman who experienced so little in her short life.

Emily Bronte was born in 1818 in Yorkshire, the daughter of a clergyman and fifth of six children. After the death of her mother in 1821, the children were largely left to their own devices. For much of their childhood, Emily and younger sister Anne lived in an imaginary world of their own creation; they wrote a series of tiny books about a fantasy world called Gondal. This world seems to have dominated Emily’s life; she spent little time away from home. She was taken out of school after just six months aged five, following the death of her two older sisters, Maria and Elizabeth. Together with her two remaining sisters and brother Branwell, she was educated at home. At age seventeen, she left home to study but returned, homesick, after only a few months. At twenty, she left once more for the Pensionnat Heger in Brussels, where, together with Charlotte, she learned French, German and music. The head of the academy, Constantin Heger, was impressed with Emily, saying ‘She had a head for logic, and a capability of argument unusual in a man and rarer indeed in a woman.’ However, nine months later, following the death of her aunt, she was home once more. Emily later took a teaching position, only to quit after a few months due to stress, and spent the rest of her life at the Haworth parsonage.

In 1845, Emily was upset when Charlotte discovered her private collection of poems but, encouraged by her sister’s response, contributed 21 poems to an anthology co-written with Charlotte and Anne. They submitted it under male pseudonyms: Currer, Acton and Ellis Bell, since female writers weren’t taken seriously at the time, and had to pay the substantial sum of £50 to get it published. Only 2 copies were sold.

Wuthering Heights was published in 1847 to a mixed reception. Many didn’t believe that Emily could have imagined a love as powerful as Catherine and Heathcliff’s but there is no evidence that she ever had a relationship with a man. Apart from her family, her only loves appear to have been animals and the moors on which the story is set. But she never knew of the book’s success. In September 1848, her beloved Branwell died and, less than three months afterward, she died of tuberculosis. Her decline was rapid as she refused to rest, feeding her many animals even when she could barely walk.

Of the many rumours that circulate about the Brontës, the worst is the possibility that Charlotte burned Emily’s second novel. It seems likely that Charlotte destroyed much of Emily’s work; none her Gondal stories survived. Charlotte disapproved of Wuthering Heights and after Emily’s death, wrote a new preface for the novel, which reads more like an apology, stating, ‘Whether it is right or advisable to create beings like Heathcliff, I do not know; I scarcely think it is.’ I think most people these days would disagree.

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Harper Lee – letting her work speak for her

It was only a matter of time before I got to an author, wasn’t it? And Harper Lee is close to my heart for two reasons. The obvious one is To Kill a Mockingbird. It constantly appears on lists of ‘books you should read before you die,’ and rightly so. If you haven’t read it, do, and then argue with me whether Atticus Finch was the greatest fictional hero of all time. Its themes – race, injustice and class – are still relevant and it has a warmth and compassion rare in books that touch on such important issues.

As an aside, although I don’t approve of joke reviews on Amazon when it brings down a book’s overall ratings, this is genuinely funny:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R11EN5E0DW3NFG/ref=cm_cr_pr_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=0099549484&linkCode=&nodeID=&tag=

As another aside, even a classic like To Kill a Mockingbird gets genuine one star reviews. Something for all fellow writers to bear in mind: reading is a subjective experience; you can’t hope to please everyone!

But back to the point. The other reason I admire Harper Lee is that by writing this book, she exposed a great deal of herself and her early life: a brave thing for a naturally shy woman to do. She did a few interviews at the time of the book’s release and then she stepped out of the limelight forever. She’s constantly on lists of famous recluses but I don’t see her that way. As an author who finds the whole business of self-promotion excruciating, I can understand why she’d want to live her life outside the glare of public scrutiny and to enjoy the simple pleasures of an ordinary life. When honoured at an award ceremony a few years ago, she said, ‘Well, it’s better to be silent than a fool.’ Then she sat down again.

But Nelle Harper Lee was no shrinking violet. Born in 1926, her early life in Alabama was difficult; her mother suffered from violent mood swings and, according to friends, once tried to drown Harper in the bath. It turned her into an aggressive child who was handy with her fists. Tougher than all the girls, she protected her best friend, Truman Capote, who was considered a sissy by the other boys. But her father was apparently the inspiration for Atticus Finch, so life couldn’t be all bad. And she had that all-important factor: an inspiration English teacher.

She studied law but dropped out to pursue her writing dream. It was tough at first, but friends gave her the best Christmas present ever: enough money to live on for a year so she could devote all her time to the project. If any of my friends happen to win the lottery this year, that was a hint. And what a project it was! To Kill a Mockingbird was and instant success and Harper remains the only author to win Pulitzer Prize with her first and only published novel. It’s been translated into nearly 50 languages and turned into an Oscar-winning film

And she never published another novel. Apparently she started one but never finished it. Instead, she helped Truman Capote research his master work, In Cold Blood. Specifically, she carried out a lot of interviews on his behalf: she was warm and more approachable than the flamboyant Capote. He dedicated the book to her when it was published in 1964.

I admire her low profile and normal life, as well as the fact that she’s not in the least materialistic: whatever she does with the millions she earns from her books, she keeps quiet about it. She let her work speak for her.