I have been 10 days reading ‘The Professor’ by Charlotte Bronte. The title wasn’t into my to-be-read list before I went to Kinokuniya bookstore in Central Jakarta after I covered an e-sport-related press conference last Thursday.
I was expecting I would buy ‘The Woman in White’ by Wilkie Collins despite the relatively expensive price. But when I got there, the novel was gone. Someone probably had bought it. I couldn’t believe that I was so disappointed at that time that I was encircling the literature section of the bookstore to tame the sadness.
I finally bought ‘The Professor’ after I read its first page via Gutenberg online reading. At least the first page was impressive, so I thought at that time. Then I bought the novel without much excitement as when I purchase ‘North and South’. But at least (again) I will have some good readings to accompany me wherever I go. It’s Charlotte Bronte’s book, by the way, though it isn’t as popular as ‘Jane Eyre’ but it must show me her wonderful story telling.
And you know what? I was awed by the book because of the author’s very bold, brave stance. On the back of my mind, “Oh! This is indeed Charlotte Bronte!” The protagonist, William Crimsworth, is a very interesting character to study. He quickly gets my heart because of his courage wrapped in his silence when it comes to dealing with his own brother, Edward Crimsworth, who is more like his authoritative boss.
By the time William is eventually able to get rid of his brother although he is poor, I am so relieved. There is nothing more gladdening than reading your hero or heroine finally makes up his or her mind leaving people or situations that put them living like in a hell.
When I mention William is an intriguing figure to study, I tell you bluntly. Because actually, by the time I write this I seem don’t understand his real trait by the time he moves to Brussels to teach students there. Why so?
It’s too early to conclude that William changes because of the new environment he now lives in. All I feel throughout reading the new chapter of his life is that he is no longer that quiet. He in fact is a very careful person whom he deals with, for instance with Mlle Reuter, a headmistress of the school William teaches at. He also studies the characters of his young female students, physically and characteristically.
I can read his sarcasm, his way of protecting himself from, say, one of the female students who wish to get his attention in classroom. William attempts to be himself, guard his personality amid various types of traits, mostly are women, in his new surroundings. It’s surprising to get to know this mysterious hero written by Charlotte. I can’t now tell he is a simple man because he in fact reads people. I can’t also conclude he has no ambitions in his profession or romance as he simply flees to Brussels to earn a living. Teaching isn’t his chosen work as he works as a translator at his brother’s mill.
What rather distracts me reading the book is because many French conversations are in it. I am lazy to open the last few pages of the novel to find out what they mean. Other than that, I am interested to know what William life will end up. And I will discover that after I have to read ‘the map reading’ by William which is quite hard to grasp.