Pages:
406
Publisher:
Quercus
Release
Date: 3rd March
2016
Edition:
UK hardback,
review copy
Think
you know Charlotte, Emily and Anne?
Think
again.
Samantha
Whipple is the last remaining descendant of the illustrious Brontë family, of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre fame. After losing her father, a brilliant author in his own right, it
is up to Samantha to piece together the mysterious family inheritance lurking
somewhere in her past – yet the only clues she has at her disposal are the Brontës’
own novels.
With
the aid of her handsome but inscrutable Oxford tutor, Samantha must repurpose
the tools of literature to unearth an untold family legacy, and in the process,
finds herself face to face with what may be literature’s greatest secret.
I’m just going to come out and
say it: The Madwoman Upstairs is my
favourite book of 2016 so far. I loved every single word of it.
My love of classics has increased
significantly over the years, and after reading Wuthering Heights and Jane
Eyre last year and then Agnes Grey in
January, so has my love for the Brontës. I jumped at the chance to take part in
the blog tour for this book and I'm so, so glad I did. I went in not knowing
very much, only that it was a literary mystery with lots of Brontë influence,
and I came out with a whole lot more than I expected.
Within the first couple of
chapters, The Madwoman Upstairs declares
itself as a fiercely clever book. Samantha is just beginning an English
Literature degree at Oxford and she embarks on a series of tutorials with the
harsh and rather mysterious James Timothy Orville III. The discussions they
have about literature, authorial intent and literary theory are intense and
battering. They made me think. And even
though my university experience was nothing like the very strange and extreme
Oxford experience, it still made me all nostalgic for my lectures and seminars
about some of the same texts that Samantha studied.
The mystery of the secret Brontë
legacy, and what her dad could have been hiding, is the driving force of the
novel, but it didn’t play out at all how I expected it to. To complete the
treasure hunt for her inheritance set by her dad, Samantha had to explore the Brontës’
most famous novels in a way she never had before. I love how she discovered
that the novels and the lives of the sisters’ themselves reflected her life and
that of her dad’s rather eerily, the things she uncovered about how she
approaches literature, the fine line between passion and obsession and the way
literary theory can reveal both everything and nothing about a book and it's author.
I learned so much from reading this novel (I used so.many.tabs.) and it’s made
me eager to finish off the Brontë novels – I’m thinking The Tenant of Wildfell Hall first. I really do love Anne, and I’m
not too keen on Charlotte.
Alongside all of Samantha’s
investigating, she was also becoming a little enamoured of her tutor, Orville.
I actually found him really grating at first, but I eventually fell under his
spell as well. There’s just something so appealing about a man who knows his
books! Their relationship wasn’t always a relationship and I loved that. It felt
genuine and higgledy-piggledy and I was never able to predict the outcome for
them. The epilogue sorted everything beautifully though and I loved how Lowell
worked in some Brontë quotes – it made me very happy when I finished devouring
half of the book at 2am!
The
Madwoman Upstairs is
a gorgeous exploration of loss, loneliness, love and the inimitable power of
literature. I already want to devour it all over again.
Thanks to Quercus for the review
copy and make sure you check out the rest of the stops on the blog tour!
Sophie
Glad to see you enjoyed this, Sophie! I haven't been sure but I definitely think I'll read it now that I've read your review. You've convinced me!
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