Reader, I Married Him: A Short Story from the collection, Reader, I Married Him. Susan Hill

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2016

      Foreword © Tracy Chevalier 2016

      Reader, I Married Him © Susan Hill 2016

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      Cover design by Heike Schüssler © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2016

      Jacket photograph © Dan Saelinger/Trunk Archive

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      This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it, while at times based on historical events and figures, are the works of the authors’ imaginations.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008150594

      Ebook Edition © April 2016 ISBN: 9780008173395

      Version: 2016-03-09

       Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

Copyright

Foreword by Tracy Chevalier

Reader, I Married Him – Susan Hill

       Author Note

       A Note on Charlotte Brontë

       About the Publisher

       FOREWORD BY TRACY CHEVALIER

      Why is Charlotte Brontë’s “Reader, I married him” one of the most famous lines in literature? Why do we remember it and quote it so much?

      Jane Eyre is “poor, obscure, plain, and little”, with no family and no prospects; the embodiment of the underdog who ultimately triumphs. And “Reader, I married him” is Jane’s defiant conclusion to her rollercoaster story. It is not, “Reader, he married me” – as you would expect in a Victorian society where women were supposed to be passive; or even, “Reader, we married.” Instead Jane asserts herself; she is the driving force of her narrative, and it is she who chooses to be with Rochester. Her self-determination is not only very appealing; it also serves to undercut the potential over-sweetness of a classic happy ending where the heroine gets her man. The mouse roars, and we pump our fist with her.

      Twenty-one writers, then, have taken up this line and written what it has urged them to write. I liken it to a stone thrown into a pond, with its resulting ripples. Always, always in these stories there is love – whether it is the first spark or the last dying embers – in its many heart-breaking, life-affirming forms.

      All of these stories have their own memorable lines, their own truths, their own happy or wry or devastating endings, but each is one of the ripples that finds its centre in Jane and Charlotte’s decisive clarion call: Reader, I married him.

      Tracy Chevalier

       READER, I MARRIED HIM

       SUSAN HILL

      THERE WAS NOTHING THEY did not say about me, no name I wasn’t called. I was abused to my face and behind my back.

      But there was truth among the lies. They said I was ambitious, hard and ruthless and would stop at nothing to get what I wanted.

      They did not know what that was, of course. How could they? They thought it was simply the King, and the title, because they could never have understood my desperate need to acquire something they had always had and taken for granted, as their birthright. And that was security. Financial. Social. Domestic. Marital. Security was all I ever longed and struggled and schemed for, because since very early and forgotten childhood, I had never had it, and my deepest, my driving fear through it all was that I never would.

      Security.

      Did I achieve it?

      If I did, it was through men, not through my own effort. I realise now that it was always an illusion. Even after that final, dangerous, all-or-nothing throw of the dice, even when I should have felt safe at last and overwhelmingly secure, I knew at heart that I was not. Loser had lost all.

      But I am running ahead. I always run ahead now.

      Poverty begot the insecurity, СКАЧАТЬ