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10-02-2009, 07:20 AM
The Tenant of Wildfell hall. By Anne Bronte.
It is very difficult to read and review this book without trying to resolve it with the legends that cling to the Brontes. Each time we meet a vicars daughter, we wonder, is that Charlotte, or Anne herself? Is the proliferate Huntingdon or the cocky Fergus based on Branwell? I found it impossible to disregard this aspect, and to be honest it added to the experience of reading it.
Helen Graham, a mysterious widow and her young son move into the remote and dilapidated Wildfell hall. Her attempts to remain aloof and hidden away from society are soon thwarted by the curious locals. Among them is Gilbert Markham a prosperous farmer, who soon falls in love with her. However Mrs Graham, (actual name Mrs Huntingdon,) is no widow, but has fled her debauched husband for the sake of her son.
The story is told in the first person, from Markham's letters to a friend, and from Helen Huntingdon's diary.
At first sight this seems to be a typical Victorian cautionary tale. Follies are later regretted, the good are rewarded, the repentant are saved, and the wicked get their come uppence . But historical context is important, this stuff was dynamite in the 1840's, For a wife to leave a husband was illegal, to take her child with her was kidnapping, for her to earn money independently was stealing(all such monies legally belonged to the husband.) Then to justify these actions on undeniable moral and even religious grounds, was contentious to say the least. No wonder Charlotte suppressed this book after Anne's death, relegating her to relative obscurity.
For the modern reader, the characters are a little too black and white, Mrs Huntingdon's extreme piety and moral rectitude is not now so attractive, and her husband's wickedness is more caricature than believable. But no matter, the story is a good one and skillfully told, there is irony and naiveity here and there, but that adds to its charm... After all it was written by a Bronte girl, who lived in wild isolation up on the bleak Yorkshire moors..... ;)
I shall give it a seven and a half out of ten.
It is very difficult to read and review this book without trying to resolve it with the legends that cling to the Brontes. Each time we meet a vicars daughter, we wonder, is that Charlotte, or Anne herself? Is the proliferate Huntingdon or the cocky Fergus based on Branwell? I found it impossible to disregard this aspect, and to be honest it added to the experience of reading it.
Helen Graham, a mysterious widow and her young son move into the remote and dilapidated Wildfell hall. Her attempts to remain aloof and hidden away from society are soon thwarted by the curious locals. Among them is Gilbert Markham a prosperous farmer, who soon falls in love with her. However Mrs Graham, (actual name Mrs Huntingdon,) is no widow, but has fled her debauched husband for the sake of her son.
The story is told in the first person, from Markham's letters to a friend, and from Helen Huntingdon's diary.
At first sight this seems to be a typical Victorian cautionary tale. Follies are later regretted, the good are rewarded, the repentant are saved, and the wicked get their come uppence . But historical context is important, this stuff was dynamite in the 1840's, For a wife to leave a husband was illegal, to take her child with her was kidnapping, for her to earn money independently was stealing(all such monies legally belonged to the husband.) Then to justify these actions on undeniable moral and even religious grounds, was contentious to say the least. No wonder Charlotte suppressed this book after Anne's death, relegating her to relative obscurity.
For the modern reader, the characters are a little too black and white, Mrs Huntingdon's extreme piety and moral rectitude is not now so attractive, and her husband's wickedness is more caricature than believable. But no matter, the story is a good one and skillfully told, there is irony and naiveity here and there, but that adds to its charm... After all it was written by a Bronte girl, who lived in wild isolation up on the bleak Yorkshire moors..... ;)
I shall give it a seven and a half out of ten.