Brontë, Juvenilia, Literature

Being at Home on the Outside: Identity, the Brontës, and Choosing Not to Belong

For a long time, I thought that loving the Brontës meant wanting to belong to a particular world: the inner circle, the recognised names, the people whose proximity to the Brontës — academic, professional, reputational — seemed to confer legitimacy. I wanted, desperately, to be inside. To be known. To be taken seriously. I am… Continue reading Being at Home on the Outside: Identity, the Brontës, and Choosing Not to Belong