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The Professor

Charlotte Brontë

Hardcover | Pages: 269 pages

Rating: 3.57 | 18090 Users | 1023 Reviews

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Original Title:	The Professor
ISBN:	1582870950 (ISBN13: 9781582870953)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	William Crimsworth

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The Professor was the first novel by Charlotte Brontë. It was originally written before Jane Eyre and rejected by many publishing houses, but was eventually published posthumously in 1857. The book is the story of a young man, William Crimsworth. It describes his maturation, his loves and his eventual career as a professor at an all-girl's school. The story is based upon Charlotte Brontë's experiences in Brussels, where she studied as a language student in 1842.

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Title	:	The Professor
Author	:	Charlotte Brontë
Book Format	:	Hardcover
Book Edition	:	Deluxe Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 269 pages
Published	:	May 1999 by North Books (first published 1857)
Categories	:	Classics. Fiction. Romance. Literature. 19th Century. Historical. Victorian. European Literature. British Literature

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Charlotte Brontë's first novel, published posthumously, is both imperfect and intriguing. The themes that begin to crystallise her later work, Villette (and to some degree Jane Eyre) are evident here. She uses a male protagonist and the representation is heartfelt but also a bit of a caricature; her writing is beautiful and the obsession with freedom, meaningful work, and love as a meeting of minds, bodies, and souls is one that I've always loved in her work.I had issues with some of the views:

I think the best way of approaching this book is to look at is a learning curve for the author. The prose in Jane Eyre is sophisticated and eloquent; it is developed and persuasive: it is powerful, and a points simply beautiful. Charlottes writing in this just isnt at the same level. Perhaps it is because she writes from the perspective of male, a rather bland one at that. The point is there is little point to this book. Jane Eyre is rich in passion and argument. Charlotte was trying to make

I can see why Charlotte could never get this published. The Professor was her first outing as an author, or at least her attempted first outing. And oh my, does it read like a first attempt.The way I see it, this is essentially poorly conceived Charlotte/Monsieur Heger fanfiction. For those of you who dont know, whilst she was studying in Brussels, Charlotte became slightly obsessed with her (married) Belgian tutor, Monsieur Heger. She did eventually confess her feelings to him via a string of

Actual rating 3.5/5 stars.It's no Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, or The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, but is an enjoyable enough read and full of that Bronte knack for providing an in-depth societal examination without ever seeming to actually do so.

What if Jane Eyre had been written from the point of view of Rochester? Would he have seemed more manipulative, more self-centered? Would readers have allowed themselves to be swept away by Jane's passion, and to desire its fruition? In The Professor, Charlotte Bronte narrates the tale from the viewpoint of the male protagonist, and I must confess to finding him frequently unsympathetic. Without seeing this character from the eyes of his affection's object, it is difficult to appreciate him. He

The Professor is Charlotte Bronte's first written novel though not published till after her death. To me, it is ironical for I found a more interesting story here than in Jane Eyer. The Professor tells the story of William Crimsworth whose circumstances turned him to a teacher and who with courage, perseverance and self control and by relying in his education, skills and intelligence lifts him up from poverty and dependency. Simultaneously it is also a sweet love story. Though this is a short

I have always found Charlotte Brontes anger to be subversive. The rage that drives the machine, her understanding of the particular being so needlepoint sharp that it becomes universal. But she hasnt got it yet. Not here. Its all the same material, the same sentiments were used to, but she is at once wearing too many masks to be truthful and speaking with the memory of slights too raw for them to be useful. She cant quite name and point to the root of her anger yet- whether thats because her