When the young Charlotte Brontë wrote for advice to the poet laureate Robert Southey, she was loftily told that “literature cannot be the business of a woman’s life,” and referred back to peeling the potatoes and washing the pots and pans.
Fortunately Charlotte resisted Southey’s advice and beat on into the murky waters of storytelling, that dark and dangerous, ever-beckoning sea. And what a voyage! Charlotte, Anne, and their equally extraordinary and even more original sister Emily, all cruised the wilder shores of love, and their daring is without parallel. Nineteenth-century critics objected strongly to the throbbing eroticism and sadomasochism of their work. Their contemporary, the prominent British writer Elizabeth Rigby, considered Mr Rochester to be a “strange brute,” dark, surly, sarcastic, and “of the brigand stamp.” But the heroines of these novels were also spirited, particularly given the age. Who can forget that great line from Jane Eyre: “I do not think, sir, you have a right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”
Jane is shown here as challenging Rochester’s “right to command” and his “claim to superiority,” expressing her defiance of convention and her refusal to be judged as inferior to a man. This is no less than her claim as a woman to the right to control her own existence—to freedom and independence, in fact.
What is as usual overlooked is that Charlotte liked and treasured ('to be kept forever') Southey's reply.
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