No Fury, And All That
There is something delightfully…mean…about Tanya Gold’s skewering of Elizabeth Gaskell’s skewing of Charlotte Brontë’s life. Mrs. Gaskell, you have an enemy. An enemy who describes your crowning achievment as …biography is the ultimate piece of feminine passive-aggression, a mediocre writer’s attempt to reduce the brilliant Miss Brontë to poor, pitiful Miss Brontë. Gaskell wrote the Life as a tragedy, not a triumph. Ah, yes, well, it wouldn’t be Victorian if it were happy. England was undergoing penance after the excesses of the Georgian era and romantic intellectualism of the Regency period. No more! cried the monarchy. No good can come […]
