Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Agnes Grey, by Anne Bronte
This book was sort of like if I wrote a novel about the ways people abuse desktop support technicians. Only, without the jokes. And with a more talented and sincere writing style.
Honestly, from a review standpoint there is little else to say about. I did learn, quite surely, that it sucked being a governess, and it was wonderful to see poor Agnes find a lover at the end. But review-wise, I don't know what else to say.
That being said.
This is my first Anne Bronte novel, and I am a little embarrased to say that I had NO idea who Anne was. I always got the impression that Anne was sort of the quiet, polite sister. Actually, she reminds me of my sister Tenille. Tenille was stuck in a family, with my brother, who is very easy going, my little sister, who just finished her degree in mountain-climbing-and-kayaking-in-the-yukon (and I say that with pride, not a sneer), and me, who is... well, you know. Let's not get into that. And my sister, is this very earnest, hard-working person, who thinks things ought to make sense. I always felt sorry for her having to wade through us (me, most particularly, but only because I'm self-centered about these things, I guess). That's how poor Anne seems. Anne wants to write somethign that makes sense, that's 'relevant'. And so, she sounds sort fo continuoustly frustrated. It definitely doesn't surprise me that she was more in the Emily circle than the Charlotte/Branwell circle (I'm more the Branwell type... :/). It was a lovely book to read, if you like the Brontes, though if you don't, and if you don't like 19th century social history, I don't know that you would enjoy it as much, now.