About Books About Jane

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            I have to admit, I’ve missed some books that are mad classics. One only has so much time, but we’ll leave the ashes and sackcloth for another time. Life gives us plenty of opportunities for self-reproach.

            I’m just starting Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, and for one reason. I saw the 2011 movie the other day and was really impressed. Anything with just a few characters that can keep me interested all the way through is worth lauding. I won’t ruin a thing if you haven’t checked it out, and maybe you haven’t. We didn’t read the book in high school or college, and it’s one of those novels that just brushed by. Perhaps the same thing happen to you.

            As far as the movie goes, I loved it. The acting is sick, and the direction is subtle and engrossing. This is a more intensive piece of work than some episode of British TV. (Yes, I love British TV) Just so you know, it’s not a fast-paced romp. And it’s weird. But sad and strange can be interesting. Just saying.  

            I’ve read some Jane Austen and a few other novels that sort of deal with the same time period (I thought), but this is a different breed of story. After seeing Jane Eyre I will be sifting through the work of the Brontë Sisters and doing serious appraisal of their skills. There are some time shifts in the film that I have to make sure are in the book—in my opinion, these shifts really make the story and provide just the kick required to keep the engine running.

            I’m sort of a dude-bro with an unkempt beard, but hey, bring on that gothic-romantic love stuff. That’s right ladies. Sensitive’s what I am.

            Not sure about that last part.

            Cheers and see you after.