Well, I shall start by saying the things I liked about this book. Anne Brontë is still, sadly, such an under-recognised and under-appreciated literary figure, that any attempt to increase her prominence is commendable. Anne was a true feminist pioneer, sassy, independent minded, strong willed, tenacious, intellectual, kind, forgiving, tolerant, patient and moral. She knew her own mind, and forgave others for their shortcomings. She recognised human weakness and frailty, and didn't shy away from representing it within her fiction. With the Tenant of Wildfell Hall, I find myself agreeing with Charlotte Brontë's statement that it was a book 'entirely unsuited to the author's temperament' and yet Anne wrote it anyway, because 'truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.' She felt it was her duty to represent truth, to warn others against the dangers of believing in their reformative powers over depraved individuals, and to highlight the perils of alcoholism and drug abusive, not because she wanted to, or enjoyed engaging with this side of society, but because she felt it was her duty. So I am always glad to see a writer recognise this in Anne, to identify just how revolutionary her writing was, and to critique the representations of 'dear, gentle Anne,' that have haunted the youngest member of the Brontë family since Gaskell's infamous biography of Charlotte.
I found Ellis' close reading well developed and engaging, and enjoyed many of the comparisons she drew out of the novels and poems, and it reminded me of some of the passages I have forgotten in TOWFH and AG, and their significance. However, I don't know why Ellis didn't use page references, it would have been nice to quickly look up some of her quotes to see how they fitted in with the text and scene as a whole.
And this is where I find my criticisms of this book really begin to take over, because for the first half, this is not a book about Anne Brontë, it is a book about Samantha Ellis. It is self-indulgent, 330 pages of why she likes Anne, interspersed with anecdotes from her own life. In an article or blog piece this is interesting and appropriate, in a 330 page book it is repetitive, digressive and tedious. I want to hear about Anne's life, not Ellis' impending nuptials. The first half of the book feels horribly disjointed, for instance the chapter on Elizabeth Branwell barely mentions the Brontës' aunt, with the exception of a paragraph at the beginning and end of the chapter. Indeed, the entire first half of the book barely felt to be about Anne at all, with a few clunky sentences along the lines of 'what would Anne do, I found myself wondering?' thrown clumsily into the mix to try and give a vague semblance that this is a book about AB. But I should be clear, this definitely improved towards the end of the text, with a much deeper and more focused emphasis on Anne.
Indeed, the entire style of the book felt misjudged. Who is this aimed at? Ellis assumes a basic knowledge of the Brontës, so this is not a book aimed at someone who is coming to the Brontës fresh, but equally this book does not feel academic enough for someone who is looking for a deeper analysis of the Brontës' lives. In short, it offers nothing new to the already substantial canon of Brontë biography and criticism, the same old facts are being dusted out and presented with a slightly different coat of paint, once again.
Marianne Thormälen in her excellent essay collection 'The Brontës in context,' celebrates the myth-busting that has taken place over the past decade or so, but warns that in the process of deconstructing existing myths, that the reader and academic doesn't build new myths to take their place. Unfortunately Ellis falls headlong into this trap. Brontë 'facts' such as Emily's brutal punishment of her dog, Keeper, are discarded and disbelieved, essentially because Ellis does not want to believe them, not because she offers any evidence to the contrary, whereas more questionable 'facts' such as Anne's purported infatuation with Weightman are not only accepted as cold hard truth, but Ellis adds another layer, that Charlotte also allegedly loved Weightman, because she doesn't seem contented with just one dodgy 'fact,' but wants to extend it further.
Ellis has clearly done her research thoroughly, and yet I never felt convinced she truly allowed herself to let go of her 21st century goggles, and try and 'read' the 19th century as a Victorian would. For instance, she found herself irritated by the constant portrayal of sainted, angel children, suffering and dying young, and I agree, to a 21st century reader, this seems strange and jarring, but the Victorians celebrated suffering, seeing it as cleaning and spiritual, something that made you stronger, and I don't feel that Ellis attempts to engage or empathise with this at all. Finally, I just found myself confused by the structure of this book. Is it meant to be a self-help book? Is it biography? Self-ography? 'Why I like the Brontës in 330 pages?' 'What Anne Brontë did for me?' I don't understand where this book is being pitched, and what Ellis is wanting to achieve by writing it.
I was looking forward to reading this book, and I of course celebrate any attempt to raise awareness of the youngest Brontë sibling, but I can't help but feel this does more harm than good, promoting more questionable facts than a certain US president, revelling in self-indulgence, anecdotal references, and authorial autobiography, and ultimately adding little to the world of the Brontës.