If you were confused by all the bondage and masturbation in Emerald Fennell’s controversial Wuthering Heights film released earlier this year, look no further for explanations than this quietly punchy biography of the 19th-century masterpiece’s author, Emily Brontë.
In The Dark Night, we see her scribbling violent pornographic sketches in the middle of Latin translations, while her brother Branwell draws men seemingly participating in acts of group self-pleasure. The Brontës, biographer and Victorian scholar Deborah Lutz shows us, were racier than they looked.
Unlike Fennell’s protagonists though, this book suggests that Emily’s interest in all this was not really erotic but more a kind of existentialist exploration of what bodies are, where they begin and end. She was obsessed with the transience of the flesh, following the early loss of her mother Maria, who died when she was just three. “These seven months with her mother in a liminal state – almost dead but still with the living – would stay with Emily,” writes Lutz. “Where did life end and death begin?” [...]
“Thoughts of leaving the body behind occupied Emily,” Lutz continues. Later Emily would write in one of her best poems: “I’m happiest when most away, I can bear my soul from its home of clay.” The prospect of a soul freeing itself from its corporeal home sparks in her a sort of literary ecstasy, that is surely at the root of Heathcliff’s obsession with Catherine’s ghost and corpse in Wuthering Heights.
The book is not solely focused, however, on how Emily’s experiences shaped her one and only novel. Lutz’s patient prose does not rush to a reductive affinity between her life and her life’s work. It is more interested in the siblings’ lives, how they convened and diverged. Their parents were unusually keen, for the time, on educating girls, and the house was always full of reading and writing. The young girls invented a fantasy land called Gondal ruled mostly by women, where they honed their female-centred storytelling skills. [...]
Lutz writes: “The fact that these novels were all hammered out in fellowship, one mixed with competition and love would make [the idea that they strongly influenced one another] not at all surprising.”
Although Lutz acknowledges the much-written-about “tussle” between the “usually reserved Emily” and her more sociable sister Charlotte (a teacher wrote that Emily exercised “a kind of unconscious tyranny” over Charlotte), she is also at pains to emphasise this “fellowship”. So often Emily Brontë is painted as singular and isolated, but what Lutz makes clear is that Wuthering Heights was written in anything but a vacuum.
Lutz is intermittently hampered by a lack of actual evidence. As was common at the time, Emily’s letters were burned by her family following her death (mere months after the publication of Wuthering Heights) to protect her privacy, and there are moments where the speculations feel far-reaching: “Emily’s feelings about her time abroad remain unknown. But the experience had to have been momentous.”
Still, we get a good sense of her personality, even if it is often gleaned from piecemeal sources. Yes, she is introverted, but also “intensely loveable”, writes Ellen, Charlotte’s best friend. Passionate about nature and animals, she is “a night-sky obsessive” who adopts a falcon and carries her books up to the moors, bestowing on plants an anthropomorphic sensibility (a bluebell is “a sacred whatcher”).
She is ferociously intellectual but a skilled housekeeper and keen observer too of the domestic in her writing. In the end, Lutz finds, Emily Brontë was both as reserved and eccentric as she has typically been painted, but more complex too. Charlotte perhaps put it best when she wrote of her sister: “Emily loved the moors… She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best loved was… liberty. Liberty was the breath of Emily’s nostrils. Without it she perished.” (Francesca Steele)
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