Showing posts from July, 2018

Charlotte Bronte diary entry, "a day's weary wandering"

It is the still small voice alone that comes to me at eventide, that which like a breeze with a voice in it [comes] over the deeply blue hills & out of the now leafless forests & from the cities on distant river banks of a far & bright continent. It is that which wakes my spirit & engrosses all my living feelings, all my energies which are not merely mechanical, & like Haworth & home, wakes sensations which lie dormant elsewhere. This is my favorite of Charlotte's diary entries. Written on 4, February, 1836, from Roe Head school, in Mirfield, at the age of nineteen just two months shy of her twentieth birthday and eleven years before the publication of Jane Eyre . I find it to be one of her most telling and evocative pieces shedding some light onto her inspiration towards her writing process. She writes upon reflection to begin with then towards the end switches to voyeur as she narrates a very erotic imaginative juvenalia writing scene. F

Review: The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry

When Cora Seaborne’s brilliant, domineering husband dies, she steps into her new life as a widow with as much relief as sadness: her marriage was not a happy one. Wed at nineteen, this woman of exceptional intelligence and curiosity was ill-suited for the role of society wife. Seeking refuge in fresh air and open space in the wake of the funeral, Cora leaves London for a visit to coastal Essex, accompanied by her inquisitive and obsessive eleven-year old son, Francis, and the boy’s nanny, Martha, her fiercely protective friend. While admiring the sites, Cora learns of an intriguing rumor that has arisen further up the estuary, of a fearsome creature said to roam the marshes claiming human lives. After nearly 300 years, the mythical Essex Serpent is said to have returned, taking the life of a young man on New Year’s Eve. A keen amateur naturalist with no patience for religion or superstition, Cora is immediately enthralled, and certain that what the local people think is a magical

'A Parody' By Branwell Bronte

A Parody by Branwell Bronte Manuscript/Artwork/Image 1848 @The Bronte Society Bronte Parsonage Museum (shelfmark B28) "Jack Shaw the guardsman and Jack painter of norfolk," question - "the half minute time is up, so come to the scratch; won't you?" answer  - "Blast your eyes,  it's no use, for I cannot come!" I find Branwell's  sketch a fascinating glimpse into his mind, humor and psyche. Here we have a young man in bed quite sickly but just look at those muscular arms! The death skeleton hand on nose or face mocking almost. I mean, its a parody Branwell writes so how seriously do we look at his drawing?  Branwell drew this the year he died but what was his message?  I just wanted to share this drawing because it casts so many thoughts of a young, talented man gone too soon. To read my older article about  Branwell Bronte