Celebrating the life of Emily Bronte.
A number of years ago I had the pleasure of visiting the Bronte Parsonage in Haworth, Yorkshire. As I walked through the rooms and allowed myself to be transported back in time, the sadness of the terrible tragedy’s that overwhelmed the family, almost became my own pain by default reinforced by my empathy for the Bronte family.
Prior to my visit I read Wuthering Heights and had watched both the film and the adapted TV drama. Both equally dramatic. I still find it incredible, that in a period of our history when it was not easy for a woman to have her work published, Emily Bronte and her sisters, all using pen names to hide their true identity managed just that.
As an author myself, I appreciate the struggles and the trials and tribulations that the Bronte Sisters endured to get their work to press.
Emily, born 200 years ago on July 30th 1918 wrote under the name of Ellis Bell.
It is just as well that her chosen pen name could be considered as a male, for in the early nineteenth century, such work, written by a female would have been considered vulgar. I find it fascinating, that she created such powerful characters within her novel Wuthering Heights.
In Heathcliff, she created an obscure role model, unlike any other romantic figure of the time. Even by today’s standards, he would be considered wild, almost feral. The intense relationship between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, the adopted orphan boy, her father bought to their home, was incredibly intense.
Just how Emily Bronte who by all accounts had led a sheltered life by today’s standards, managed to write such an intensely emotional piece of fiction, getting into the rawness of life, love and sexual tension, will forever remain a mystery.
Today I would like to join the literary world in the celebration of the life of our Yorkshire novelist and poet, Emily Bronte, who sadly died from tuberculosis at the age of thirty. A tragic loss to the literary world