I had been adding to my huge collection more and more classics when I chanced upon this. Without second thoughts I immediately took it over.
“A beauty neither of fine color nor long eyelash, nor penciled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.” -Charlotte Brontë
Is it? Is this the form of beauty our mind seeks? Or our hearts desire?
For once I could say that it is the beauty that a mind seeks and what a true heart desires and it is the most perfect description of Miss Eyre.
Shall we begin now descending the stairs to the decrepit little orphan whom we meet in the course of the brilliantly and eloquently bejeweled pages? Jewels the kind which do not seek the aid of money and tiara crusted with passion rather than diamonds.
Life begins for tiny Jane Eyre at the monolithic palace Gateshead, the place of her uncle who now dead has left her in the care of the most ignoble woman I must have encountered in the yellowing pages. A woman who detested her existence and loathed having had to bear with the little beggar in her hearth. Casting a blind's eye on every violence upon the orphan by her children and vigorously rebuffing if she ever protests.
"Do you think because I am poor, obscure, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!" -Jane Eyre
Sent away to a lowly town between the low lying hills of the shire, young miss Eyre finds herself in the Institute for orphan girls Lowood. Among many difficulties in the beginning and the reprimand of her host, she breaks down, only to rise strong and educated. She said although lacking many basic amenities and the comforts of Gateshead hall her mirth was more at Lowood than it ever was at her benefactress's place.
Jane is passionate, Jane is Independent and she seeks the pleasure of the wild like a tameless horse. Her character imbues the natural laws of feminism with such a radiance that those of modern times may befall injured. I am awed at her character, at the story, her love story and her struggle. A vibrant reflection of its author, a brilliant autobiography, the life of Charlotte Brontë.
I was impressed the most by the fact that the number of characters in the novel is enormous and yet even for one moment I did not feel the need to revise the previous chapters to recall who a certain fellow was.
There are books which I like from heart and yet cannot love the characters. In Jane Eyre, you get to have a hoard of warm characters who become your best friends by the time you turn the last page. The characters have flaws and quite fatal ones at that but the way they are brought in, In solitude with grace, In mirth with pleasure, In sadness with warmth and In rage with passion.
Being constantly reminded how under yielding her appearance is she takes note of her Fiery character and Exhuberating will power to withhold her knowledge. Upon her character and Intellect lies her beauty. Gorgeous she was with her impenetrable bravery. One which can make you act upon a cause so lost without thinking twice. The cost you don't care if you can serve your dignity.
If you ask which is one character in this work of elegant prose that touched my soul with their presence, that shall be Helen Burn. A companion of Jane in the Lowood Institute. A human being of such Fine inclination one can just wait and admire in awe. Just about admire because her views are the likes which you will detest, you might not have the strength to be indifferent to the pain and revolt yet she stood up with a smile every time she was struck.
“It is not violence that best overcomes hate–nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.” –Helen Burns
Each and every word wrought in the novel stays in your being for a bit longer than you expect, their impact is such that intertwines with your being and soothes you to peace. I may have said this before. I used to think Autobiographies are boring dealing, after all, what could be interesting in the life of a normal human being. Well, I have changed a lot of my views and consider this as the finest autobiography I have come across.
“Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere, but certainly, we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.” -Jane Eyre
After all, beliefs are a personal affair, the same as love.....