My most beautiful Anne Brontë died on May 28th 1849 in Scarborough in the North Riding of Yorkshire. I don’t think there’s anyone whose writing - or personality - I have felt more connected to. We have many things in common, both superficialities and more serious things (both born in Bradford yet moved to Haworth at a young age, both youngest children and somewhat petted by the elders, brought up by a single parent, both socially progressive, both deeply religious but with a tendency to have crises of faith, staunch feminists, lovers of nature but also able to be quite practical. She even had the same red-brown hair as me). I’ve always just adored her and I hope to one day write a novel about her.

omgthatdress:

Wedding Bonnet

1863

The Los Angeles County Museum of Art

This reminds me of Charlotte Brontë’s wedding bonnet which I plan on making a replica of - someday.

Jane Eyre (2006)

Best Jane Eyre adaptation ever. And definitely the best Rochester. A bad Rochester is the one thing that really puts me off an adaptation, more than a bad Jane.

o-delaisse:

New post: Why you should love Anne Brontë.

It’s awful to find this talent that time was unable to nurture. Her prose should have shattered the world. Now, at the end of 2011, she is fantastic, her prose is strong and defiant. Back then, one hundred and sixty three years ago (one hundred and sixty four in December), it was surely intimidating, defiant, formidable, and so, so very awful. Everything art should be. She questioned and challenged the mores of her time. She is, and was, magnificent and daring.[more]

Anne was beautiful and wonderful. One day I will visit her grave! I wish the tombstone was accurate.

Jane Eyre (2011)

I’m getting really excited to see this film.  I know the reviews are enormously mixed but - costumes. They’re so beautiful. Look at the delicacy of that lace bonnet! And that beautiful paisley shawl. Mind you, how on earth Jane could afford either of those items is beyond me. I shall just hope that this screencap is from later on in the film.

James Howson as Heathcliff

He looks awesome! And a heck of a sight closer to the physical description of Heathcliff than Tom Hardy, excellent actor though he may be.

Her behaviour during the writing of The Life of Charlotte Bronte was deplorable and, as such, I find it quite hard to take her seriously. Patrick comissioned her to write the memoir and she proceeded to write down lies about him based mostly on her own impressions on him - she had met him twice but maintained he had been a bad parent, which she had little or no evidence of. She did not allow either Patrick or Charlotte’s husband Arthur defend themselves and did not interview them. She then sent a letter veiled in vague legal language to trick Arthur into signing away all of Charlotte’s correspondence. Arthur had not given her permission to print lengthy extracts from her letters so she wanted to get around this. Elizabeth made things up and recounted lots of gossip that was generally regarded as not being true - which resulted in so many myths and lies about the Brontes lives at Haworth. She merely pandered to the appetite for sensationalism and tried to make the work of the Brontes seem palatable by claiming that it was because they were surrounded by an eccentric, unloving father and were shut away where no culture ever reached them and never read  any newspapers/books etc. that they wrote such shocking, coarse novels. All lies. In the end, Patrick was blamed for the deaths of his wife and children which is horrendous.

I could rant about this all day. And George Smith, Charlotte’s publisher, is also to blame, because he aided Mrs Gaskell in this, but I think he was bitter because he was in love with Charlotte (despite ending up marrying some pretty young society thing).

Arthur Wellesley, Duke of Wellington, 1844

Charlotte Brontë’s childhood hero, she was tongue tied when she met him in 1850

Elizabeth Gaskell, author, prude, hater of Patrick Brontë, backstabber and reason #2 for the ‘poor Charlotte’ image.

George Richmond, 1851

Ellen Nussey, friend to the Brontë sisters, schoolfellow of Charlotte’s, gossip, mischief maker and reason #1 for the ‘poor Charlotte’ image.

themidnightradio:

Dude Watchin’ With the Brontës, by Kate Beaton. 

Forever my favorite.

This will always be reblogged by me.

Even if the historical accuracy is utterly devoid. But then this is Kate Beaton. But then I am a Brontë geek. Conflicting interests!

(Source: havisham)

fyeahenglishmajorarmadillo:

fyeahenglishmajorarmadillo:

I’m writing a novel about my favourite authoress.