Our book club book this month is
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte. It is a Victorian novel and is written by the sister of the more famous Bronte's, Charlotte and Emily. I'm having mixed feelings about it, and while Jason must be getting tired of me discussing them with him, the blog is now my outlet.
All along I have been drawn to the characters in the book as well as the plot. It is said to be one of the first fictional feminist texts ever written, as it discusses several radical ideas at the time: a woman's role in marriage being more than just the housekeeper and socialite, the responsibilties of the husband towards his wife and family's emotional well-being as well as temporal, and the true meaning of one's "duty to God." It is about a woman in a horrible marriage, trying to figure out how she can take back her life and that of her son's. I feel for Helen and yet I am struggling to finish it.
The author is e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y l-o-n-g-w-i-n-d-e-d, and the story itself is written in a rather silly way. It's a letter from Gilbert to his friend explaining how he meets Mrs. Helen Graham, and the remaining 3/4 of the book consists of Gilbert copying verbatim Mrs. Graham's diary for his friend to read (where she verbosely records all dialogue with her first husband and her miserable existence). It's so unlikely (no, it's impossible) that anyone would, first of all, write down exceedingly long conversations with others in their diary, pass it on for another to read, and then have that person copy the diary in its entirety for someone else. It bugs me. I only have about 60 more pages to go, and while I'm excited to see how it all ends, I think it could have been concluded 30 chapters ago.