Classics are truly remarkable. As Italo Calvino said, "Classics are books which, the more we think we know them through hearsay, the more original, unexpected, and innovative we find them when we actually read them." I have just had this experience with "Jane Eyre."
This is my first encounter with Jane Eyre, and it feels like a momentous occasion. I didn't hesitate to say 'hello' to her. In fact, the timing couldn't have been better. My mind and heart are in sync, and I'm walking the path of rationality with few missteps. I don't want these words to come across as overconfidence. Instead, it's an admission of those precious moments in life when the fog of confusion lifts, and we gain clarity, mostly about ourselves and sometimes about others. In this state of bliss, I met Jane.
We immediately connected. I empathized with her as a child, encouraged her as an adolescent, and admired her as she teetered on the brink of womanhood. Everything was going smoothly until Mr. Rochester entered the picture. Then, my heart skipped a beat. I wanted a perfect love story with a happy ending. But something different was happening here, and it was all because of Jane. I had my doubts and preconceptions, but the book held many surprises.
\\n “You are going, Jane?”
“I am going, sir.”
“You are leaving me?”
“Yes.”\\n
One of the most significant aspects of this novel is the constant movement of the protagonist. Jane's life changes not because of others but because of her own choices. She moves from place to place, finding herself in different situations that bring both welcome and unwelcome changes. This gives meaning to her life. As a child, she had no choice, but as she grows older, she understands the importance of being an individual. She could have taken an easy path, but that would have meant becoming someone else.
What about love in all this? Especially when love seems to be all we have. But as Jane said, "I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself." We need to care for ourselves to know ourselves, and only then can we step into love without sacrificing our identity. And love always finds a way when it's meant to be. For me, I have found a lifelong companion in Jane. I wonder what she would think of me. Have I been a Jane in my life? Do I feel guilty for not being more like her on certain occasions? These are questions that I will continue to ask myself, and I know that my dear Jane will always be there to guide me. Because, dear readers, Jane is forever.
I made up my mind that I wanted to explore the books from Time’s Top 100 Novels list. I thought it would be an interesting approach to start from the bottom of the alphabetized list. This led me to Wide Sargasso Sea. However, I soon discovered that this book was related to Jane Eyre, which I had never read before.
I knew there was a copy of Jane Eyre sitting on my bookshelf. Additionally, there was an audiobook available on my library app. And as they say, the rest is history. But, man oh man oh man, am I truly glad that I accidentally ended up here!
I don't think I would have read Jane Eyre otherwise. Thanks to all these random events and the fate bestowed upon me by the universe, I have finished this wonderful book and absolutely loved it! I found myself completely engrossed in Jane’s journey from one manor to another, from one family to another, and her transformation from rags to a sort of riches. The writing is simply fantastic! It has that distinct 19th-century style yet is still extremely readable. They really don't write books like this anymore.
I was very pleasantly surprised by this, and I'm so glad I took a chance on something outside of my usual comfort zone. Now I can move on to reading that Saragasso Sea book, along with Wuthering Heights and Pride and Prejudice! My wife is over the moon because she thinks she can take advantage of this moment and get me to watch Downton Abbey! I'm not sure if I'm quite ready to go that far yet! Boy, I'm really using up my daily quota of exclamation points here!
It's a memorable story with unforgettable characters. The writing is timeless. This book definitely deserves lots of stars and exclamation points. You've probably already read it and cherish it. I may be late to the party, but let's raise a glass and toast to Charlotte Brontë for this beautiful work of fiction!
“I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst its perils.” This powerful quote from Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre" sets the tone for the entire novel. I am truly impressed by how masterfully Bronte is able to establish both mood and tension in this work. Right from the opening paragraph, she hooks the reader. "There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question." The description of the poor orphan Jane and her confined situation is painted vividly, perfectly evoking her mood and condition.
While I like some of the twists in the second half of the book, such as the revelation of the madwoman in the attic, I have always found the first half of "Jane Eyre" more engaging. The focus of the second half on Jane and Rochester's courtship leaves me a bit confused. I don't quite understand Rochester's appeal. He is cold, arrogant, and often feels sorry for himself. Although he has a passion for Jane, I wonder if she is more of an escape from his troubled life with the madwoman in the attic rather than someone he truly cares about. Until the end, when Rochester undergoes a transformation, I remain uncertain about his love for Jane.
Compared to St. John, Rochester seems like a better prospect. St. John is manipulative, self-serving, and does everything in his power to bend Jane to his will. I find it curious that Jane nearly marries him. I do like Jane as a character, but I sometimes wonder how she can view St. John sympathetically. And speaking of sympathy, I am intrigued by the fact that, despite having sympathy for nearly everyone in the story, Jane shows remarkably little (or perhaps no) sympathy for Bertha, the inmate of Thornfield. Beyond the knowledge that Rochester is married to her, Jane seems to have little interest in Bertha and Rochester's life together or how Bertha came to be the way she is.
That being said, I was pleasantly surprised by how clear and accessible Bronte's writing still is. Even though I wasn't completely swept up by Jane and Rochester's courtship, I truly appreciated Bronte's writing style and enjoyed the overall read. Her ability to create complex characters and a captivating story is truly remarkable.
I understand that this book is considered feminist for its era. However, I believe that while it opened one door, it simultaneously closed several others. Firstly, if this were a children's book about a young orphan triumphing over guardians who abuse and look down on her, it would have been quite enjoyable (and thankfully, half the length). Instead, it was long-winded and made me sympathize with racist and abusive characters. So, although I liked that Jane stood up for herself and was likely a role model for many women, she embodies such classic white feminist ideals that it was hard for me to see this book's message as having any modern value. For instance, both Jane and Mr. Rochester regard the book's only mixed-race character of color as a beast, a lunatic, and other words with negative connotations. Also, Mr. Rochester's solution for her insanity is to lock her up in his attic for years. The entire middle of the book that dealt with this conflict handled both of those topics so insensitively.
Then, there was the issue that all the men in this book, despite Jane's supposed strength, were such crybabies when hearing the word no. Usually, this manifested in the form of rejected marriage proposals that sent the men into tantrums. One of the most iconic situations involving this is Mr. Rochester threatening violence on Jane for resisting his advances, then blaming the anger on her for causing him to be so impassioned. The entire logic of this being a feminist work was completely backward for the entire romantic side plot because Jane constantly endured his threats, and even by the end of the book when they are equals as she desired throughout, she still calls him "master."
Maybe a deeper reading of the text could have softened my perception of this book and justified the questionable parts. But reading it for leisure with no background studies was concerning. When I wasn't slogging through long passages and reading the book out loud to my cats just to combat boredom, I was wondering why people hold Jane and Mr. Rochester in such high esteem as great characters despite their clearly problematic remarks. Maybe I read it too literally and maybe I'm not giving it enough credit for being groundbreaking for its time, but this really wasn't for me. (Unless, as I said, the first half of it was published separately as a standalone. But the romance was definitely not my thing.)
“Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte is a literary masterpiece that is filled with numerous wonderful dialogues. The author has a deep affection for this book as it is truly remarkable. In my mind, the dialogues are not only wonderful but also alive and intense. They bring the characters to life and make the story extremely engaging.
For all the readers who have a passion for reading love stories and a fascination with historical styles, this book is highly recommended. It offers a unique blend of romance and historical backdrop that is sure to captivate your attention. The complex relationships between the characters and the challenges they face add depth and authenticity to the story.
Whether you are a fan of classic literature or simply looking for a good read, “Jane Eyre” is a book that should not be missed. It has stood the test of time and continues to be beloved by readers around the world. So, pick up a copy and immerse yourself in the world of Jane Eyre.
Whew! I managed to finish this one up this morning, and I'm rather relieved that I finally got through it. However, I must admit that I can't claim to have enjoyed it, nor would I recommend it to others, and I have no intention of ever reading it again. Not in this lifetime, anyway.
For starters, I really didn't take a liking to Jane. When she was a child, I did feel a certain amount of sympathy for her. But as she grew older, my opinion of her steadily declined. Her religious convictions and the decisions she made based on them made Bertha seem almost sane by comparison. And speaking of that, why on earth did she wander off in the middle of the night with no money? What did she expect to happen? Was she waiting for manna to rain down from heaven? I find it hard to believe that an educated and sensible woman would run off into the night without taking enough provisions to ensure her survival. Even an idiot would have more sense than that.
By the end of the story, I was almost hoping that she had wandered off after St John and contracted some disease. The fact that she didn't fully realize what an awful freak St John was really sealed the deal for me. Even at the very end of the book, she kept going on about all the great works he was doing for God. Seriously? He was a complete ass, and I would have demanded that he give me my five thousand pounds back! At least Bronte had the good sense to kill him off at the end. Well, maybe he wasn't quite dead yet, but he was definitely on his way to meet his maker. Ugh.
I also thought it was more than a little bit suspicious that she ended up on the doorstep of the only family she had in the entire world. Just how likely is that? Not very, in my opinion.
Then there's Mr. Rochester himself. He was nothing to write home about, that's for sure. Let's start with the obvious, shall we? He was cold, condescending, and secretive. Oh, and he was ugly to boot. Can anything else be said about him to make him more appealing? I know! How about the fact that he kept a drooling, homicidal wife hidden away in the attic? Personally, I think Bronte had covered all the bases at this point. Did he really not see anything wrong with letting Jane marry him while he had that crazy bat of a wife locked upstairs? If he had just been upfront with her from the start, I might have had a slightly better opinion of him. But nah, probably not. I never could figure out what she saw in him. My best guess was that it was a combination of low self-esteem and a troubled childhood.
The 'gothic mystery' part of the plot ended in the middle of the book, and shortly after that, anything remotely interesting came to an end as well. You can say what you want about Looney Bertha, but at least she added some excitement to the story. And wasn't it just great that Bertha burned the house to the ground and then leaped to her death? Nice exit, big girl! I have to say, she was by far my favorite character. Let's not forget that she also managed to mutilate Rochester's good looks even further before she bowed out. Now Jane's man looks like a one-eyed, one-armed, flying purple people eater. Of course, she doesn't seem to mind, because now she feels she can be of use to him.
Jane, I can tell we will never see eye-to-eye on things, so I'll just let it go. Our friendship was never meant to be. For some, you will always be the stoic heroine who finally gets her Happily Ever After. But for me, you're just a ninny with terrible taste in men. As Adele would say, Adieu. Reader, this review is now over.