A Brief History of Western Culture – Michael Peverett

Section 1. To 1588

Section 2: 1588-1790

Section 3. 1790-1870

Section 4. 1870-1945

Section 5. 1945-1975

Section 6. 1975-1984

Section 7. 1985-1997

Section 8. 1997-2004

Section 9. 2004-Now

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A BRIEF HISTORY OF WESTERN CULTURE

by Michael Peverett

 

 

Charlotte Brontė (1816-1855)

 

Angria (1826...1834-1839) to The Professor (1845ish)

 

This is as far as I've got in my plan of reading all her books in sequence. One of the strangest things about her was that after the immense output of Angrian novelettes (I have only read the last five) she went five years without writing anything except a few poems before embarking on The Professor (probably not really true, doubtless there were destroyed abortive novels*NOTE 1). Michael Mason in a very awkward introduction to a Penguin Jane Eyre argues against the temptation to link the Angrian works with what came later, apparently because he's worried that critics have always been a bit sniffy about Jane Eyre and this just plays into their hands. But the result is a vacuum, I think; it can't be right to discipline Bronte's novels into something befitting a sober tradition. Anyway. The Professor is a pretty good book, and it makes you appreciate the value of actually being a novel, but it definitely isn't a revelation like e.g. Stancliffe's Hotel.

 

The date 1826 given above is the date when "The Young Men's Play" began, inspired by a gift to the nine-year-old Branwell of some toy soldiers - Charlotte was ten. This would eventually lead to the Glasstown, Verdopolitan and Angria sagas - Angria began in 1834 when she was 18. (Emily and Anne had founded Gondal in 1831.)

 

Note 1: The recess.

 

1843: "Letter from a poor painter to a great lord", Brussels devoir written in French.

 

 

Jane Eyre  and the moon

 

 

Jane Eyre is one of the most moon-enchanted of all novels, but the moons are perplexing.

 

 

In the opening pages, Jane says (of a Bewick engraving): "I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly risen crescent, attesting the hour of even-tide."  True, the crescent in Bewick's engraving does imply eventide - because it's a waxing moon (horns pointing to the left) - but by the same token, it implies that it is not newly risen - in fact is soon to set. (A waning crescent, on the other hand, would indeed be newly risen, but would imply dawn.) Well, this is an understandable error perhaps - the sharp crescent of evening may naturally be supposed newly risen, when it is only newly remarked.

 

 

(In practical terms a moon in an engraving is always going to be low on the horizon, because otherwise it would be outside the frame.)

 

At the begining of Chapter 5, the young Jane Eyre is leaving Mrs Reed's house for Lowood. "Five o'clock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th of January, when Bessie brought a candle into my closet and found me already up and nearly dressed. I had risen half an hour before her entrance, and had washed my face, and put on my clothes by the light of a half-moon just setting, whose ray streamed through the narrow window near my crib." Well, wrong again! A waxing half-moon would have set at midnight; a waning half moon would still be on the rise. On the other hand, a moon that sets between five and six in the morning, like this one, would have to be almost a full moon - say, 90%.

 

On the evening of Rochester's proposal (Vol II, Ch 8) - a sinister Midsummer Eve it turns out to be - Jane is at first wandering in the dusk before the moon rises. A little later Rochester tells us "surely no-one can wish to go to bed while sunset is thus at meeting with moonrise". Well, they have their talk, a prolonged one, interspersed with some close encounters that might have gone on a while too, and I suppose they lose track of time, when Jane suddenly becomes aware of a change in the weather and says: "But what had befallen the night? The moon was not yet set, and we were all in shadow..." A thunderstorm, of course, is on its way. But, "the moon had not yet set"? No error here, of course, - No indeed - a moon that rose after sunset on midsummer Eve could barely reach its zenith during the few hours of darkness, never mind set. But what a strange thing to say, of a moon that rose only two or three hours ago!  For in fact it's only just coming up to midnight; the clock strikes as they rush into the house.

 

It is, perhaps, salutary to recall that, though there was more time in those days for looking at the moon, this didn't necessarily mean observing it.* But I'm hardly satisfied by this reflection. It's no wonder to be ignorant of the moon's movements - at Charlotte's age, I would have been fully as ignorant myself -, but it does seem remarkable for someone to be so exceptionally aware of the moon as a mobile creature, of the importance of moonlight for getting about at night, etc, and yet (apparently) not to know the pattern of the moon's courses. I don't accept it, really. I'm half-inclined to think that these anomalies reflect a convention of popular gothic literature (in which I'm very ill-read) - a genre the author knew as well as she knew the silver-fork novels that her Angrian inventions make merry with.

 

"Artistic license," suggested my friend, and that's certainly a theory that bears looking further in to. It's clear that the moon does play out a symbolist kind of parallel to the action: for example, full moons tend to be associated with the breaking out of passionate intensity (Jane) or anguished frenzy (Bertha). Thus in the "going off to school" scene (the second example of the three above), when Jane is rather muted and sensible, a full moon would have struck the wrong chord. A half-moon would strike the right note of mixed and muted feelings, and could be regarded as reasonable artistic license for a moon that, though nearly full, was after all not full. 

 

Whatever the explanation, we are struck by the mixture, in Charlotte Brontė, of very close observation - the wonderful description of pine-tree debris clotted together by frost - combined with a certain proud inattentiveness to fact. I can't resist linking this with how long the author had been satisfied with her Angrian settings of a Yorkshire landscape in Africa, in total defiance of what we suppose she must have known of African climates. Naturalism was a cloak she learnt to put on, but her intense imagination was always busy with other things.

 

*cf. that excellent poet (I shouldn't feel compelled to add, much admired by Wordsworth) Charlotte Smith:

 

     What glories on the sun attend,

        When the full tides of evening flow,

     Where in still changing beauty, blend

        With amber light, the opal's glow;

     While in the east the diamond bow

        Rises in virgin lustre bright,

     And from the horizon seems to throw

        A partial line of trembling light

To the hushed shore; and all the tranquil deep

Beneath the modest moon, is soothed to sleep.

 

("Studies by the Sea" (1804), stanza 5)

 

Am I wrong in supposing that "bow" implies (what it can't be) a crescent?

 

 

(2010)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Brief History of Western Culture – Michael Peverett

Section 1. To 1588

Section 2: 1588-1790

Section 3. 1790-1870

Section 4. 1870-1945

Section 5. 1945-1975

Section 6. 1975-1984

Section 7. 1985-1997

Section 8. 1997-2004

Section 9. 2004-Now

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