April 26th, 2012
Amazing amazing amazing. Those are my choice of words to describe the creative level of writing displayed by Jude Morgan here. I recently finished a certain book covered in another post that had won an award for being gloomy, I didn’t see the appeal. Charlotte and Emily was the kind of book I think should have awards. Why is there no gold star on this book? How come Oprah doesn’t want people to read it? Not violent enough, not immoral enough, not enough social issues. Bullcrap I cry. This is the sort of novel that should receive acclaim, for the simple virtue of the level of skill and talent in bringing writing to life.
Jude Morgan authentically covers the real life story of the Bronte sisters Charlotte, Emily and Anne alongside their virulent brother brother Branwell and their storybook caricature of a still clerical father. Growing up in the wild moors of Northern England the four siblings were unusually encouraged to read from their fathers extensive library. Having no playmates and no mother and little sense of what was ‘accepted’ and ‘normal’ for children the Bronte children developed unusually keen and creative minds. They developed a fantasy world that was realer to them than the limited prospects their real futures seemed to hold.
The Bronte sisters grew up in what seems a colorless and grey world only to produce a vitality of life in books that are considered paramount in English classic literature. Their alternating humorous and sad, shuttered and suffocated experiences only served to grow the garden of their talent, and I can’t think of a better way to beautifully express it than the way it’s handled in Charlotte and Emily. With the most fantastic creative writing style I’ve seen in ages and ages, Morgan takes you through their struggles to learn and to write, to find their place in a world that seemed to have no place for them. Although easy to read, each page is brimming with fresh perspective and clever descriptions. Morgan has an amazing knack for handling metaphors, similes and simple descriptions. Here are a few examples plucked out of context.
“Charlotte listens: gropes for the homely shape in that raving puzzle of noise.”
“So: it is not so much that your life has changed; rather, it has fallen from a great height, and smashed, and now you must move about among the jagged fragments.”
I wish I could write like this! (update) This is a lovely and haunting book that celebrates the mind and deplores the wasting of it. I highly suggest reading this, for you come to know the four Bronte children in a way you never could simply reading a biography or gazing on the sad and empty moors. One of histories great tragedies is that these women never knew how much they would mean to countless generations of women after them.