There was no possibility of picking up another treatise on how tough it is to be a white man that day… (without driving myself completely bonkers). That’s how I came to read Jane Eyre.
Charlotte Brontë’s masterpiece was originally published in 1847 under the title Jane Eyre: An Autobiography and “edited” under the pen name Currer Bell. All of the Brontë sisters took on gender-ambiguous noms de plume, assuming (quite rightly, it turned out) that literature written by women wouldn’t get a fair shake.
Charlotte was once told by Robert Southey that “literature cannot be the business of a woman’s life: and it ought not to be”. Firstly, fuck that guy. Secondly, I’m glad Charlotte didn’t listen to him, because her shit is brilliant.
Charlotte was, as you’ve probably guessed, the older sister to Emily Brontë (I reviewed Wuthering Heights a little while back). Emily gets all of the love and accolades, but it was Charlotte that truly revolutionised the art of first-person fiction (i.e., she was the first to really write about what was going on in people’s heads). She has been called “the first historian of private consciousness”, and her influence can be seen in the work of dudes like Proust and Joyce. She internalised the action the way that no one before her could, and was one of the first to explore classism, sexuality, religion, and feminism in the way we do today. So, when it comes to the Brontë sibling rivalry, I’m going in to bat for Charlotte.
By the way, if I sound at all like I know what I’m talking about, it’s because the introduction to this edition is off the chain. It’s insightful, helpful, and intelligent – without going over your head. Plus, I just fucking loved Jane Eyre. I absorbed the book like a brand-new sponge baptised in bathwater.
When Jane Eyre begins, Jane – the main character, duh – is ten years old, her parents are dead, and she has been sent to live with her nice, rich uncle… but he dies too, so she’s raised by her evil stepmother, alongside her three bratty cousins. Life’s pretty terrible for Jane, but it is beautifully written.
I tend to feel pretty disconnected from literature of this period (as a lot of would-be bookworms do); I don’t understand the language, the imagery, the style, and the metaphor. All of it seems anchored in a context that I don’t know enough about to fully comprehend… but not so with Jane! I was immediately immersed in her world. She feels everything so keenly, and passion drips from every word – I mean, she’s a very intense girl, but Charlotte Brontë is artful enough to keep it from sliding into melodramatics. It’s everything that My Brilliant Career should have been.
Anyway, Jane winds up in a boarding school, and the drama doesn’t stop: she’s pretty mercilessly bullied for a while, the girls are all kinds of weird, and her first best friend Helen Burns dies of tuberculosis. This is where we first see Brontë really draw from her own life (I should do a shot every time an author in this project “writes what they know”). Helen’s death eerily mirrors the deaths of Brontë’s own younger sisters: Elizabeth and Maria Brontë both died of tuberculosis in childhood, as a result of the conditions at their school. So this whole section of the plot is basically Charlotte saying a big ol’ “fuck you” to so-called charitable institutions.
When Jane is done with school, she is transferred to the Thornfield mansion, and introduced to her new master Mr Rochester. Now, here’s what you’ve got to understand: I didn’t really like Rochester much, mostly because he constantly talks over and down to Jane, and he’s basically just a pompous, self-absorbed fuckboy of the highest order… but I found the initial flirtations between he and Jane very romantic. I really wanted to be a keener, more critical feminist, but this shit had me all aflutter. I’m pretty confident that every strong, independent woman who has had the misfortune of falling in love with a man can relate.
The saving grace is that Jane Eyre is a blatant proto-feminist call to arms. Brontë doesn’t even try to hide it in layers of metaphor, like so many other writers of the time. She literally tells us, through Jane, that she thinks women are equal to men and it is absolute bullshit that they aren’t treated as such.
She was so woke for her time that it confused the hell out of critics. One Ms Elizabeth Rigby wrote, in her “scathing” review, that “no woman trusses game and garnishes dessert dishes with the same hands, or talks of doing so in the same breath” and as such Jane Eyre must have been written by a man… or, at least, by a woman “so depraved as to have long forfeited the society of her own sex”.
Fuck yes, Charlotte Brontë, fuck yes! Troll reviews like that are how you know you’re on the right track.
It’s true that – panty-dropping for Rochester aside – Jane is a bad bitch. She fawns over him privately, sure, but in his company she makes every show of having no time for his bullshit. On the eve of their engagement, she says:
“Here I heard myself apostrophized as a ‘hard little thing’; and it was added ‘any other woman would have been melted to marrow hearing such stanzas crooned in her praise.’
I assured him that I was naturally hard – very flinty, and that he would often find me so; and that, moreover, I was determined to show him divers[e] rugged points in my character before the ensuing four weeks [engagement] elapsed: he should know fully what sort of bargain he had made, while there was yet time to rescind it.”Jane Eyre
… and she proceeds to torture him mercilessly every damn day. Jane Eyre was the Lemonade of its time.
If you’re tempted to roll your eyes, stop and think about it: this was a really scathing commentary on class and gender roles back in the day. Of course it wasn’t perfect – Jane doesn’t exactly call Rochester out on his treatment of his “savage Creole” wife that he hid in the attic, and there’s more than a few moments of superiority and white-saviourism – but it’s hardly fair to put a 21st century head on Charlotte Brontë’s shoulders. As it stands, in her own context, she was a true radical.
And lest this talk of radical feminism scare you off, you should know that Jane Eyre is still fucking hilarious. You wouldn’t call it a “comedy” per se, but I literally laughed out loud countless times. Jane is so witty and dry and clever – maybe a touch too earnest and self-deprecating at times, but it’s endearing. Shit like this had me in hysterics:
“‘No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,’ he began, ‘especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?’
‘They go to hell,’ was my ready and orthodox answer.
‘And what is hell? Can you tell me that?’
‘A pit full of fire.’
‘And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?’
‘What must you do to avoid it?’
I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come, was objectionable: ‘I must keep in good health, and not die.'”Jane Eyre
Jane Eyre is an amazing exposition of the patriarchal and class constraints experienced by a clever, funny (white) woman over the course of a decade in the 19th century. The hot romance will make you feel like a bad feminist, but just go with it. Jane Eyre is absolutely teeming with redeeming qualities, and highly recommended by Keeping Up With The Penguins (and, as we all know, there is no higher praise than that!).
Note: I loved Jane Eyre SO MUCH that it made the cut for my official shortlist of Classic Books Worth Reading here.
My favourite Amazon reviews of Jane Eyre:
- “This version is “illustrated” with reproductions of paintings that have nothing whatsoever to do with the text. For example, in the middle of a description of Sundays at the Lowood school, when the girls had to walk two miles to church services in the snow, there is a picture of a Native American spearing a buffalo.” – J. W. Shields
- “I could have read Dostoyevsky, Proust, Tolstoy, or O’Connor. I could have read Don Quixote a second time or sailed again with Captain Ahab on his philosophical quest. Instead, I wasted a few weeks reading this glorified soap opera with what is perhaps one of the most unintentional comic endings in all of literature. Onward, Sancho, onward!” – Nemo
- “Gee, this is a classic. But I was shocked by the unremitting sadism in it and soon stopped reading it.” – U. S. ‘nAye
- “The floral print came off and not noticing this, it transferred to my leg while wearing shorts. Other than that the book is great…” – Nancy Host
- “I read this against my will.” – Erik
August 7, 2018 at 11:53 AM
Your review is excellent and the Amazon reviews you included are EVERYTHING! LOL
August 7, 2018 at 12:13 PM
Hahahahahaha cheers, Tiffany!! Looking at the Amazon reviews is my favourite part of finishing any book 😉
August 8, 2018 at 1:47 PM
Great review! I plan to dive in next month though even though this book intimidates the shit out of me.
Also, I think I will forever read the amazon reviews of books after I’ve finished with them from now on – love it!
August 8, 2018 at 4:23 PM
I completely understand feeling intimidated, but I promise it’s no where near as bad as you think!! Jane Eyre is definitely one of the more readable and accessible classics I’ve come across, so I’m sure you’ll be just fine 😉 And yes, amazon reviews are the BEST part of finishing a book, there’s always something that gives me a hearty lol. Thanks for stopping by!! <3
August 8, 2018 at 6:00 PM
never forgave this book as I was set it as a book for my exams when a teenager. And unlike the bright ones in the class actually read it rather than just depending on the sets of ready-prepared notes that I found out later existed.
I seem to remember that I was bored after the first paragraph and numb by the end. Compared to this experience Macbeth was stimulating (another set book). I think later that same year I discovered Tolkien and never looked back.
August 8, 2018 at 6:42 PM
Awww, that’s such a shame, Phil! I loved it! Nothing will ruin a good book for you like enforced reading. If it’s any consolation, I wasn’t one of the “bright” kids at school either – I read every assigned text in full 😐 hahaha.
August 9, 2018 at 3:38 AM
This is one of my all time favorite books. Your analysis is insightful and on the money. In addition, I think that this book really dug into metaphysical stuff involving hoe the masculine and the feminine relate to creation itself. Really heavy stuff.
August 11, 2018 at 12:49 PM
Mine too, Brian! Thanks so much 😉
August 9, 2018 at 5:40 AM
Love this review! I read Jane Eyre for the first time last year and had many of the same thoughts. It’s interesting reading it through a 2018 lens.
Rochester and St. John are both such insufferable mansplainers. That she falls so in love with Rochester and tries so hard to accommodate St. John are my only real beefs with Jane.
August 11, 2018 at 12:50 PM
Absolutely – loving this love story so much made me feel like a bad feminist, Rochester needs to get in the bin 😂😂😂
August 11, 2018 at 12:26 AM
This is one of my all time favorite books. I think that your analysis is on the money. In addition to everything that you said, I think that the novel really digs into some really deep stuff between the masculine and feminine and how it all relates to the universe. Bronte manages to tie the metaphysical stuff into the plot and characters so well.
August 13, 2018 at 6:32 PM
Ah, this is fantastic! Jane Eyre is my favorite book of all time—I read it at least once a year. Your review is dead-on and made me laugh. Thanks for that! Looking forward to digging into your other reviews.
August 13, 2018 at 8:51 PM
Hahahahaha thank you! It’s definitely a new favourite for me too, I can’t wait to re-read it 😉
August 15, 2018 at 9:45 PM
Hear hear, Charlotte was a legend, as was her creation Jane! And the guys in that book all leave you lost for words at times. Not just Rochester but St. John Rivers too. How about his proposal to Jane? How we just hang out for both those guys to learn what a strong, intelligent woman is capable of. I love how Jane shows we can be powerful and serene at the same time 🙂
August 16, 2018 at 9:35 PM
You nailed it, Paula! She definitely does that. Strength doesn’t necessarily come from rage and volume – Jane definitely captures a more subtle, and perhaps more powerful, strength. Thank you!!
August 16, 2018 at 2:08 PM
I’m glad you got around to reading Jane Eyre. It has long been one of my favourite classics. I love everything about it. Another funny review!
August 16, 2018 at 9:39 PM
Hahahahaha cheers, Jane! I loveloveloveloveloved it <3 And I'm so looking forward to reading Rebecca now, having read your review/recommendation and hearing how many parallels there are between them!!
February 16, 2019 at 8:07 PM
Love this review! Jane Eyre is one of my all time favourites, the author was such a rebel and badass revolutionary, not just the feminism but also the gothic stuff which apparently was really scandalous back in the day. I recently read Shirley which was also written by CB but found it boring, would be interested to know what others thought?
February 19, 2019 at 7:05 AM
Awww thank you Erin, I loved it too (clearly!). I’ve not read Shirley yet, but stay tuned: it may well end up on The Next List, and when I get to it, I’ll review it right here 😉
November 1, 2019 at 11:41 PM
You’re description of “Jane Eyre was the Beyonce’s Lemonade of its time” made me laugh so hard! I have a cheapo ebook copy of Jane Eyre waiting to be read on my iPad, but just bought the book since you mentioned you enjoyed the introduction.
November 2, 2019 at 9:33 AM
Ha! Aw, Melissa, that makes my day – thank you so much! I’m always so happy to elicit a laugh 😉 Hope you LOVE Jane Eyre, let me know what you think! x
December 31, 2020 at 5:51 AM
that review is the shit!! like literally, it’s fucking amazing. i will totally read the book again now just because of this review. thanks <3 love it, definitely need more. go girl
January 1, 2021 at 1:36 PM
Katharina, you have made my day 😍😂 YOU’RE fucking amazing! Thank you!