Jane Eyre by Charlotte BrontëTo call Jane Eyre a feminist text is to insult women. To call it a feminist novel is to insult literature. And to call Charlotte Bronte a writer is to insult civilization. Might as well call Hitler a humanitarian.
Jane Eyre is divided into roughly three parts, which I will summarize in one sentence: It is about an abused orphan who falls in love with a man who keeps a woman upstairs that bites others. The plot isn’t very surprising or subtle, nor is it of much interest. As a child, Jane Eyre is neglected and abused at her adopted home and later at a boarding school. Life gets better as she ages and as she later takes employment under a Mr. Rochester.
Yes, Mr. Rochester is the same man Jane falls into a deep, unconvincing love with, the same man who shelters a mad-woman upstairs. All is revealed in a ridiculous plot twist. Yet, while Jane’s feelings never changes for Mr. Rochester, she is forced to abandon him due to propriety’s sake. This begins the third section, which details another boring plight in Jane’s life. She improbably meets up with relatives, though the fact isn’t uncovered until later. When it is discovered, her cousin immediately proposes to Jane. All of a sudden, her being blood-relation makes her eggs viable – I don’t know why.
Unsurprisingly, Jane rejects the proposal and seeks out Mr. Rochester once more. Mr. Rochester, though now wife-less, is blind and crippled, which, according to Bronte, makes the once superior man now on equal footing with Jane. Yeah… this novel was certainly revolutionary.
There is only one reason I can celebrate Jane Eyre’s existence and it’s due to her younger sister’s rebuttal, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte. So successful was Anne’s rebuttal that upon her death Charlotte repressed it. Thankfully, readers can now rightfully be disgusted be Charlotte’s works and then feel redeemed by basking in Anne’s glow.
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