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This suffers from being too well known, too much an examination text, but it's worth going back to read the story of young Jane's incarceration in the red room, and her rebellious walks up to the attics of Thornfield Hall where she looks longingly over the countryside, wishes for a larger and more exciting life than she can have and hears for the first time the diabolical chuckles of the madwoman imprisoned there. Review by Pat Barker, Booker Prize-winning author of 'Regeneration Trilogy'. (Kirkus UK)
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"So we open Jane Eyre....The writer has us by the hand, forces us along her road, makes us see what she sees, never leaves us for a moment or allows us to forget her. At the end we are steeped through and through with the genius, the vehemence, the indignation of Charlotte Bronte....It is the red and fitful glow of the heart's fire which illumi- nates her page." --Virginia Woolf --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

内容简介

Featuring an Introduction by Erica Jong, this book stars one of the most unforgettable heroines of all time.

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Charlotte Bronte was born at Thornton, Yorkshire, on April 21,1816. Her father, Patrick Bronte, became curate for life of themoorland parish of Haworth, Yorkshire, in 1820, and her mother,Maria Bronte, died the following year, leaving behind fivedaughters and a son who were cared for in the parsonage by theiraunt, Elizabeth Branwell. The eldest daughters, Maria andElizabeth, died in 1825 from tuberculosis contracted at thereligious boarding school to which they (along with Charlotte andher younger sister Emily) had been sent. (All the Bronte childrenultimately suffered from lung disease.)
Raised at home thereafter, Charlotte, Emily, their youngestsister, Anne, and brother, Branwell, lived in a fantasy world oftheir own making, drawing on their voracious reading of Byron,Scott, Shakespeare, The Arabian Nights, and gothic fiction, andwriting elaborate poetic and dramatic cycles involving thehistories of imaginary countries. Charlotte's early writingsrevolved around the kingdom of Angria, about which she wrotemelodramatic tales of passion and revenge. She spent a yearstudying at Miss Wooler's school in Roe Head (later relocated toDewsbury Moor), and went back there to teach from 1835 to 1838;subsequently she worked as a governess.

Charlotte Bronte was born at Thornton, Yorkshire, on April 21,
1816. Her father, Patrick Bronte, became curate for life of the
moorland parish of Haworth, Yorkshire, in 1820, and her mother,
Maria Bronte, died the following year, leaving behind five
daughters and a son who were cared for in the parsonage by their
aunt, Elizabeth Branwell. The eldest daughters, Maria and
Elizabeth, died in 1825 from tuberculosis contracted at the
religious boarding school to which they (along with Charlotte and
her younger sister Emily) had been sent. (All the Bronte children
ultimately suffered from lung disease.)
Raised at home thereafter, Charlotte, Emily, their youngest
sister, Anne, and brother, Branwell, lived in a fantasy world of
their own making, drawing on their voracious reading of Byron,
Scott, Shakespeare, The Arabian Nights, and gothic fiction, and
writing elaborate poetic and dramatic cycles involving the
histories of imaginary countries. Charlotte's early writings
revolved around the kingdom of Angria, about which she wrote
melodramatic tales of passion and revenge. She spent a year
studying at Miss Wooler's school in Roe Head (later relocated to
Dewsbury Moor), and went back there to teach from 1835 to 1838;
subsequently she worked as a governess.
With Emily, Charlotte traveled in 1842 to study languages at a
boarding school in Brussels; her close emotional attachment to her
instructor, M. Heger, a married man, would later figure in her
fiction. Charlotte and Emily went home after a year because of
their aunt's death; Charlotte subsequently returned to Brussels for
a year of teaching, 1843 to 1844. A joint collection of poems by
Charlotte, Emily, and Anne—published pseudonymously as Poems by
Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell—appeared in 1846. The three sisters
had in the meantime each written a novel, of which Emily's
Wuthering Heights and Anne's Agnes Grey were accepted in 1847 for
publication the following year. Charlotte's first novel, The
Professor, based on her experiences in Brussels, was rejected by a
series of publishers (it finally appeared posthumously in
1857).
Jane Eyre was published under Charlotte's pseudonym, Currer
Bell, in 1847 and achieved commercial and critical success; it had
gone through four editions by the time of Charlotte's death. Jane
Eyre won high praises; William Makepeace Thackeray (who later
became a friend) declared himself 'exceedingly moved and pleased,'
and George Henry Lewes applauded its 'deep significant reality'; it
was also criticized by some for the rebelliousness of its heroine
and for what the Quarterly Review called 'coarseness of language
and laxity of tone.'
During this period the Brontes underwent repeated tragedies.
Branwell, despite his early promise, had been ravaged by the
effects of drink and drugs, and when he found work as a tutor in
the same household where Anne was a governess, his involvement with
his employer's wife led to his dismissal; he died in September of
1848, followed three months later by Emily and the following year
by Anne. Charlotte, the sole survivor, published two more novels,
Shirley (1849), a novel of Yorkshire during the Napoleonic period,
and Villette (1853), a further fictional exploration of her
Brussels experiences. In 1850 she met the novelist Elizabeth
Gaskell, with whom she formed a close friendship; Gaskell later
wrote the classic biography of her friend, The Life of Charlotte
Bronte (1857). Charlotte married her father's curate, Arthur Bell
Nicholls, in 1854, and died on March 31, 1855.

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"At the end we are steeped through and through with the genius, the vehemence, the indignation of Charlotte Bront?."
--Virginia Woolf

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There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had beenwandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in themorning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company,dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds sosombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercisewas now out of the question.
I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chillyafternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight,with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidingsof Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of myphysical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.
The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered roundtheir mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by thefireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neitherquarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she haddispensed from joining the group; saying, 'She regretted to beunder the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until sheheard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation that Iwas endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable andchildlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightlymanner,—something lighter, franker, more natural as it were—shereally must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented,happy, little children.'
'What does Bessie say I have done?' I asked.
'Jane, I don't like cavillers or questioners: besides, there issomething truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in thatmanner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly,remain silent.'
A small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room. I slipped inthere. It contained a book-case: I soon possessed myself of avolume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. Imounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I satcross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtainnearly close, I was shrined in double retirement.

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been
wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the
morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company,
dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so
sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise
was now out of the question.
I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly
afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight,
with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings
of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my
physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.
The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round
their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the
fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither
quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had
dispensed from joining the group; saying, 'She regretted to be
under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she
heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation that I
was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and
childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly
manner,—something lighter, franker, more natural as it were—she
really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented,
happy, little children.'
'What does Bessie say I have done?' I asked.
'Jane, I don't like cavillers or questioners: besides, there is
something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that
manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly,
remain silent.'
A small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room. I slipped in
there. It contained a book-case: I soon possessed myself of a
volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I
mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat
cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain
nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement.
Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to
the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not
separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while
turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that
winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud;
near, a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain
sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.
I returned to my book—Bewick's History of British Birds: the
letter-press thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and
yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I
could not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the
haunts of sea-fowl; of 'the solitary rocks and promontories' by
them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles
from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North
Cape—
'Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls,
Boils round the naked, melancholy isles
Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge
Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.'

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