Fifteen Wild Decembers

Fifteen Wild Decembers, by Karen Powell, is the story of the Brontë family with Emily as the first-person narrator. I've read a lot of Brontë bios and fictional renderings over the years, so there wasn't anything new or startling regarding the basic outline of the story but oh, the writing. It is lyrical, incredibly moving, and such a strong voice for Emily. Absolutely loved every minute I spent reading this book. I knew the ending, but Emily narrates her own death as only Emily Brontë could do. Incredible.

My main takeaway is that the portrayal of Emily in this novel meshed perfectly with my view of Emily and all of the Brontës. She doesn't reinvent them; she honors their words, and when there are no words or facts, she finds plausible words and motivations based on what we do know about them. Definitely a 5-start novel.

The title comes from Emily's poem Remembrance, which was included in the book of poems self-published by the three sisters. Below is the third stanza of the poem, which was originally written about one of the characters in the fantasy country, Gondal, that Emily and sister Anne created and expanded on over at least fourteen years. In Fifteen Wild Decembers, Powell has Emily realizing that the poem is actually about the deaths of the oldest Brontë sisters, Maria and Elizabeth, who died while Emily was still a young child. 

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, 
From those brown hills, have melted into spring: 
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers 
After such years of change and suffering!

 This is truly a work of fiction, and Powell does come up with a reasonable inspiration for Heathcliff and his and Cathy's story in Wuthering Heights. In a nutshell and I hope this doesn't constitute spoilers, but Powell has Emily encounter a wildish boy on the moors, then years later, she sees him as a young man, still on the wild side, and then as the inhabitant of Top Withens, the abandoned farmhouse on the moors above the Brontë parsonage at Haworth. She is fascinated by him, and his presence repeatedly pulls her up to spy on him, to hope to see him, to want to understand him. 

Below is the painting of Top Withens that is in my office--I picked up this copy when I visited Haworth in 2009.

I'm starting to feel like I need to create a Brontë page that collects all my various posts on this remarkable family.

I'm also starting to feel like I want to rewatch To Walk Invisible, the excellent biopic from BBC in 2016. Has it really been almost ten years since I watched this?

Emily, Anne, and Charlotte in To Walk Invisible