Who's the best?
On the Gestalt Brontes, who's the best?
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 10:41 am (UTC)|| |
I would have voted for Thackery if you'd put him in the poll but definitely Eliot of those three.
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 11:15 am (UTC)|| |
How can I have a literary bitch fight with a boy?
Hmm, I have never read any Thackery, I should try. I do love Hardy at least as much as any of these...
*shush about Branwell, you pedants at the back there. He didn't write anything, did he?*
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 10:43 am (UTC)|| |
[x] GCSE English Literature killed my brain, you insensitive clod!
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 11:29 am (UTC)|| |
I didn't do any of them at GCSE FWIW.
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 10:54 am (UTC)|| |
I hated Jane Austen at school, but loved Wuthering Heights. Now, I still think that Wuthering Heights is my favourite of any of the Brontës' books, but I much prefer Austen.
The book that I took in my day bag when I was hiking the Inca trail was Sense and Sensibility, of all things, which definitely jars with the surroundings! Partly I took it because it was small and light, and partly because I'd reread Pride and Prejudice a little too recently. (Before you get too surprised that it wasn't JRRT, that was on my MP3 player and was what I listened to whilst actually hiking.)
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 11:13 am (UTC)|| |
I have always hated Jane Austin, but must admit I haven't actually tried to read any for about 10 years (after reading Emma and P+P at around 14 - 18 I gave up in disgust) Maybe it's time to try again.
Shockingly, I've never read any of the above authors.
(I started a Jane Austen book once and hated the writing style.)
Jane Austen and Anne Bronte. (I can't hit Submit Poll successfully, the poll is coming and going.) Charlotte had more success but I find more personal enjoyment in Anne's work.
Would this be the Jane Austin
who wrote Fence and Fencibility?
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 11:44 am (UTC)|| |
I love Austen's work, so she'd win on pretty much any poll. Most of the Bronte books I've read I haven't touched since I left school (but didn't read at school - I went on a Bronte kick when I was about 15). Maybe I should.
(Oh, and we read Pride & Prejudice for GCSE. Also Hamlet and something else which I fail to remember. It's a long time ago, and GCSE blurs into the years before and AS level (for which, actually, we read Susan Hill's 'A bit of singing and dancing' (which I hated) and Rosencrantz and Guildenstein are dead (hence the Hamlet). So I do remember the distinction.))
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 11:50 am (UTC)|| |
I've never read anything by any of them. Can't you add Asimov and Heinlein to the list?
Well, no, because they're not female. But she could add Ursula le Guin...
Wuthering heights I've never re-read -- though I did start it a few weeks ago but obviously got distracted by something else -- I have a soft spot of [i]Agnes Grey[/i] and [i]Tenant of Wildfell Hall[/i] so I vote Anne, but I like Charlotte too. I re-read [i]The Professor[/i] a while ago which I like. Austen I like. Eliott I find a bit too depressing. [i]Silas Marner[/i] and [i]Mill on the Floss[/i] are re-readable but [i]Middlemarch[/i] is too long and annoying. I did here part of one of hers on Radio 4 the other week so maybe I should read it to work out what was going in on.
I think George Eliot is the best writer of this collection by far. But Jane Austen's funny, and has her own, junk-foody charm.
Anyway, all the above are clearly defeated hands-down by Georgette Heyer :D
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 03:32 pm (UTC)|| |
Overall, there are more Austen books I love than Bronte, but, for me, Wuthering Heights so far outshines everything else by any of these authors that Brontes win.
I don't like anything I've read by George Elliot, I must confess.
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 10:38 pm (UTC)|| |
I intensely dislike Austen and Eliot, so it had to be the Brontes. And Wuthering Heights has a very special place in my heart because of the collective insanity it inspired in my A-Level English class. I want to like Eliot, mostly because my wonderful A-Level teacher wrote her MPhil on Eliot, and got us all to try reading some of her work. Unfortunately none of us enjoyed it. I think I might go back to it in a few years and see if I like it then.
Oh, and it had to be Branwell. He's exciting and bold and I drank a pint in the same pub he drank in, whilst shivering from getting caught in the rain up by Top Withins.
When I have finished this blasted Anthony Trollope, my stamina for the social lives of Victorian idiots might have increased such that I can now read any of those who aren't called Bronte.