Did you know this about Villette?
It is also an astonishing piece of writing, a book in which phantasmagorical set pieces alternate with passages of minute psychological exploration, and in which Brontë’s marvellously flexible prose veers between sardonic wit and stream-of-consciousness, in which the syntax bends and flows and threatens to dissolve completely in the heat of madness, drug-induced hallucination and desperate desire.
“Villette! Villette!” wrote George Eliot. “It is a still more wonderful book than Jane Eyre. There is something almost preternatural in its power.” It was unlike the strong-minded Eliot to be reduced to exclamation marks and vague talk of a “something”. But Villette was so innovative for its time, and remains to this day so potently strange, that critics have struggled to find words to describe it. “There are so few books, and so many volumes,” wrote Eliot’s partner, GH Lewes. “Among the few stands Villette.”
Do you read George Eliot? DId you know she is one of my other favourites?
(Should I be paid royalties for all my literature promotions? Maybe I'll drop donations to the BPM?)
Had you considered that I'm about to read the famous drug-induced Brontë heroine hallucination scene as referenced above, in the midst of the character's heartbreak and autistic breakdown? Or, that sometimes I just read that one chapter for days and days on end to learn how she writes?
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