Charlotte Bronte’s “Villette” is the sixth book I have read by the Bronte sisters, the third by Charlotte, and you would think by now that I could not be anymore amazed by their brilliance than I was previously but, once again, that was not the case.
“Villette” is an amazing piece of literature, at times it reads like magical and enchanting poetry, and at other times it reads exactly like a diary, uncensored, but like all great literature it reads with a haunting honesty that borders on the sublime.
Lucy Snowe, like Ms. Bronte’s Jane Eyre, is a character whose appeal and inquisitiveness sets the stage for an analytic and intrusive insight into a society where an ambitious and smart woman’s place in the workforce is still an unacceptable and alien concept, unless the woman’s ambition is limited to being a servant, a governess, or a teacher.
“Villette” is the last of Charlotte Bronte’s novels and it goes places and poses questions about religion, morals, corruption,and ambition that are still being heatedly debated one hundred and seventy years later.
This is a very long novel and it is the type of book that should be read carefully and patiently, and more than once. It has so much to offer and it simply overflows with brilliance and reawakens many of our dreams and desires that we might have long ago forgotten but we should never have buried.