I admit I only knew the barest minimum about Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barret Barrett (the story behind those nearly identical names, for instance, immediately had me curious). As a lifelong letter writer and a historian, I love a good collection of letters, and this is absolutely satisfying.
We get to peer over their shoulders literally from the moment they first met when Robert Browning sent a letter to Elizabeth B.B. They both had a lovely way of writing, honest yet charming and eager to understand each other and be understood. There are some truly delightful passages, such as when Elizabeth explained how she envied some of the good poetry that Robert wrote, wishing she had received the inspiration herself, and wrote along the lines of: Beauty is beauty, whether from one’s own creation or another’s—bless the coming of such beauty. (Except better because she’s a poet and I am not.)
The final line of Elizabeth B.B.’s last letter before leaving with R. B. moved me nearly to tears. It was something like “I believe no one are so bold as the timid when they are roused.”
Most of the letters cover their evolving relationship and love for each other. There are a few other topics, such as poetry, being hounded by amateur writers or star-struck fans, their daily activities, and the London dog-napping for ransom gang which I don’t think I’d ever heard of previously.
I did a little bit of online digging to learn a little about them and why they had to be married so secretly. It turns out that E.B.B.’s father was some kind of twisted individual who had repeatedly forbidden all of his adult children from every marrying anyone, no matter how suitable. E.B.B. wrote very obliquely about an incident in which one of her sisters broke off an engagement at her father’s command, and even though she acquiesced without complaint, he still lit into her to such an extent that “her knees were made to ring upon the floor” (I assume this means he pushed her to the floor so violently one could hear the impact of her knees?) and E.B.B. who was witness to the scene that followed was so upset she fainted and had to be carried out. That’s all that’s in the letters, so I am guessing there was emotional, verbal, and physical abuse. Plus it’s just bizarre for a man with many children himself to forbid all of them from ever marrying and insist that he would rather they were dead than married. When he later in life accidentally encounters the grown son of Robert Browning and Elizabeth he shuns him entirely. There was something truly messed up in her father’s head.
The librivox volunteers did a good job reading these lovely romantic letters.