Freedom

We thought they’d know why. Why we rose from rubble. Why we did try. Though from grace we did tumble. Fighting for what you have. Freedom. Little sister never had the food to eat. Mother grew weaker by the day. Father had long since sold his seat. My brother had gone astray. They were never…

The Life of Charlotte

On the 21st o April, 1816, a miracle was born. Miracles seldom have adequate names, so the gods decided to call this one, ‘Charlotte Brontë’. It was a fitting name, for that was also her birth name. Her father was an Irish Anglican Clergyman, and so her family was reasonably well-off; they’d have had to…

The Victorian Gothic

So, in honour of Charlotte Bronte’s unbirthday (shut up, they’re totally a thing and it’s not just an excuse to better understand Jane Eyre), we’re having a look at the conventions of the Victorian Gothic this week. But before we can look specifically at the Victorian Gothic genre, let’s get some things straight about the…