Is it just me, or is "Jane Eyre" an interesting and worthwhile story with two complex and fascinating lead characters, embedded in a plot less plausible than a soap opera?
The first time I read it I was snickering happily at the Mills-and-Boonity of it all - the mother of all romances, with the dark brooding hero, rich and in love, with the small mousy governess who blossoms for him alone - and then I sat up as if jabbed with a pin, as Jane declares to St John Rivers that she will not go with him to India as his wife. It wasn't just that she refused him: it was how and why. I said, out loud, almost disbelievingly: It's feminist. It's a feminist novel.
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Date: 2005-09-01 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-04 11:46 am (UTC)But yes, you're right.