Emily Brontë may have been the least prolific author of the Brontë sisters, but she left behind the most mythology. She was the one who wrote just the one published novel, Wuthering Heights, the gothic romance of cruel violence and unbridled passion – things that were seemingly alien to Emily in her own short life as the unmarried daughter of a village clergyman in Victorian Yorkshire.
Supposedly, she was the shy, reclusive one. The one who couldn’t much cope with people in the outside world, though spent plenty of time striding the moors. Of the “three weird sisters”, as writer Ted Hughes called the Brontë siblings, she was the weirdest.
The bicentennials for the births of Charlotte, Emily
