You have the power to make me the happiest man in the world. You can also make me the saddest person who ever lived. In that sense, Ive set you up amongst the Gods.
January 28th 2012, his 44th birthday. John Eaglewood goes mysteriously missing. Left behind are his wife, Jessica and the on-off affair shared with one Julia Langley, a woman almost half his age.
Crowned in events leading to Eaglewoods sudden disappearance and set in both the 19th and 21st centuries, via an intricate mesh of journal entries, communications and other fragments, gradually unfolds a time bending story of obsession and betrayal. But what falls between the memoirs of a troubled Branwell Bront and latterly, the equally turbulent, murky life of a man vanished without trace for five years?
Over one and a half centuries awaiting completion, Push Me Away is the only novel by Branwell, much maligned brother of the Bront sisters, Charlotte, Emily & Anne.
Proof, if needed, that the greatest magician in the universe is time.
Patrick Branwell Brontë (1817-1848) was a painter and poet. Born as the fourth of six children and the only son of Patrick Brontë & Maria Branwell Brontë and the brother of the writers Charlotte, Emily and Anne. Branwell Brontë was rigorously tutored at home by his father, and earned praise for his poetry and translations from the classics.
I don't ordinarily review self-published books unless they are really great or famous and seriously overrated, but this seems to be some sort of a fraud - allegedly the first publication of a book by Branwell Bronte, who I have always been really interested in. It's not, and it's not even a book written in Branwell's style or time period - it's a modern book that begins in a series of emails, then screeplay excerpts, that don't really grab the attention. This is interspersed with a few (much too few) diary extracts from Branwell and his sisters. The main issue I have with this is the misleading marketing, although I think the book is also not so great.