One scholar will have you know that contrary to received wisdom, Charlotte Brontë almost certainly did NOT underdress for a dinner party thrown by her hero, William Thackeray.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
You need to drop everything you’re doing right now and read all of the essays on LitHub right now about Charlotte Brontë in honor of her bicentennial birthday, because how else will you find out all about how the sister once threw the most amazing shade at a Vanity Fair critic for her review of Jane Eyre?
Raise your hand if you fancy a goth alternative to Jane Austen’s Bath!
Biographies live or die by the documents their subjects leave behind. If the paper trail is thin—few letters or bills, not much in the way of diaries—filling out even a basic life’s outline, especially from the distance of years and years, gets increasingly tougher. All the people who knew the subject die, and with…
Today is Charlotte Brontë's birthday, which you can celebrate with her favorite dessert: cake-pie, which is traditionally made by watching a movie that stars Michael Fassbender while eating cake and pie simultaneously to induce mouthgasm.
In 2009, British readers voted Mr. Rochester the "most popular hero in literature." Now, there's yet another adaptation out. I like Jane Eyre as much as the next guy, but what's our obsession with this objectively creepy dynamic?
For some of us, the words "Charlotte Brontë's dollhouse" are tantamount to magic. The Jane Eyre author redecorated the "George II grained four-room 'baby' house circa 1750" when she was working as a governess for the wealthy Sidgwicks. The novelist wrote her sister Emily in 1839, "I now begin to find [Mrs Sidgwick]…
