The endearingly strange Bronte sisters were responsible for books as feverishly original as anything in the English language. I defy anyone to start reading Wuthering Heights and not finish it in one sitting, and the incarcerated Mrs Rochester has become one of the emblematic images of Victorian literature, as well as a compelling focus for feminist critical theory. The British Library is hosting an exhibition about the Brontes (and their brother Branwell) soon, but its focus will not be on the classic novels. Rather, it will look at the intensely detailed fantasy worlds they created as young women, replete with mythologies, histories and chronicles. Like proto-Middle Earths, these worlds were imagined from the ground up, and became a refuge for them in their rural seclusion.
I came across this story through the SFX website, so here’s the link.