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Anne Bronte Novelist

  • Gender: Female
  • Citizenship: England
  • Born: Jan 17, 1820
  • Died: May 28, 1849

Anne BrontÄ was a British novelist and poet, the youngest member of the BrontÄ literary family.

The daughter of a poor Irish clergyman in the Church of England, Anne BrontÄ lived most of her life with her family at the parish of Haworth on the Yorkshire moors. For a couple of years she went to a boarding school. At the age of 19 she left Haworth and worked as a governess between 1839 and 1845. After leaving her teaching position, she fulfilled her literary ambitions. She wrote a volume of poetry with her sisters and two novels. Agnes Grey, based upon her experiences as a governess, was published in 1847. Her second and last novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, which is considered to be one of the first sustained feminist novels, appeared in 1848. Anne's life was cut short when she died of pulmonary tuberculosis at the age of 29.

Mainly because the re-publication of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall was prevented by Charlotte BrontÄ after Anne's death, she is less known than her sisters Charlotte, author of four novels including Jane Eyre, and Emily, author of Wuthering Heights. However, her novels, like those of her sisters, have become classics of English literature.

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