Agnes Grey

De Anne Brontë

«Agnes Grey» é um retrato gritante do isolamento, estagnação intelectual e apatia emocional que rodeava muitas das governantas de meados do século XIX.

Um romance em tom muito intimista, escrito a partir da experiência da própria autora, afirmou-se como um marco da literatura que lida com a evolução social e moral da sociedade inglesa.

• Idioma: Português
• Editora: Angelo Pereira
• Data de lançamento: 4 de out. de 2015
• ISBN: 9788893157926

Anne Brontë

Anne Brontë was born in Yorkshire in 1820. She was the youngest of six children and the sister of fellow novelists Charlotte and Emily, the authors of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights respectively. Her mother died when she was a baby and she was raised by her aunt and her father, The Reverend Patrick Brontë. Anne worked as a governess before returning to Haworth where she and her sisters published poems under the pseudonyms Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell. She published her first novel, Agnes Grey in 1847 and this was followed by The Tenant of Wildfell Hallin 1848. She died from tuberculosis in 1849

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Capítulo 1 — O Presbitério

Todas as histórias verdadeiras possuem um ensinamento, embora nalgumas seja difícil de encontrar, e, quando se encontre, seja tão pequeno que, tal como acontece a uma noz seca e encarquilhada, mal nos compense do trabalho de lhe quebrar a casca.

Se tal sucede com a minha história, não me compete a mim julgar. Penso, às vezes, que pode ser útil a alguns, e entreter outros, mas cada qual avaliará por si.

Protegida pela minha própria obscuridade, pelo tempo que já decorreu e pelos nomes inventados, não receio aventurar-me a expor ao público aquilo que não confiaria à pessoa mais íntima.

Meu pai, sacerdote no norte da Inglaterra, foi sempre justamente respeitado por quantos o conheceram. Na sua mocidade viveu razoavelmente do rendimento de uma pequena paróquia e também das rendas de uma pequena propriedade agradável que possuía.

Minha mãe casou com ele contra a vontade da família. Era filha de um proprietário abastado, e mulher de caráter. Em vão lhe repetiram que, casando com meu pai, homem pobre, teria de renunciar a carruagem, criada de quarto e outros luxos e elegâncias, próprios da abastança, e que para ela deviam ser pouco menos que indispensáveis.

Ora um carro e uma criada de quarto são coisas muitíssimo úteis, mas, graças a Deus, ela tinha pés para andar e mãos para se servir. Uma casa elegante e grandes salões são agradabilíssimos, mas ela preferia viver com Richard Grey numa pequena herdade, a viver num palácio com qualquer outro.

Vendo que argumentos de nada serviam, o pai acabou por declarar aos namorados que casassem, se assim o queriam, mas que sua filha, se tal fizesse, perdia o direito à mínima parcela dos seus haveres. Esperava ele acalmar assim o ardor dos namorados, mas enganou-se. Meu pai avaliava bem as qualidades de minha mãe para a não considerar só por si uma riqueza, e se ela consentia em vir alegrar o seu lar humilde, ele sentia-se feliz em recebê-la em quaisquer condições. Ela, por seu lado, preferia trabalhar por suas próprias mãos a ver-se apartada do homem a quem amava, a quem se sentia unida pelo espírito e pelo coração, e a quem desejava ardentemente tornar feliz. Nestas condições, a sua riqueza foi avolumar a bolsa de uma irmã mais sensata, que casara com um nababo, e ela, com espanto e compaixão de quantos a conheciam, enterrou-se no presbitério rude de uma aldeia, escondida entre colinas.

— Estou convencida de que, a despeito da exaltação de minha mãe e das fantasias de meu pai, se se procurasse por toda a Inglaterra não se encontraria casal mais feliz.

De seis filhos, eu e minha irmã Mary fomos os únicos a sobreviver aos perigos da primeira infância e do crescimento. Sendo eu mais nova cinco ou seis anos, fui sempre considerada a menina, o miminho de toda a família. Pai, mãe e irmã, todos se juntaram para me estragar: não que me tornasse medrosa e obstinada por indulgência excessiva, mas porque, em virtude da bondade infinita com que fui tratada, fiquei incapaz de iniciativa, demasiadamente dependente e não sabendo lutar contra os cuidados e incertezas da vida.

Mary e eu fomos educadas no maior isolamento.

Sendo minha mãe simultaneamente bem educada, instruída e amiga de se ocupar, tomou a seu cargo toda a nossa educação, com exceção do latim, que meu pai se encarregou de ensinar-nos. De modo que nunca andámos na escola, e, como na vizinhança não havia qualquer espécie de relações, o único contacto que tínhamos com o mundo consistia nalgum chá tristonho, lá de tempos a tempos, a convite dos lavradores e negociantes dos arredores (convite que aceitávamos exatamente para evitar que nos considerassem excessivamente orgulhosos para nos darmos com a vizinhança) e na visita anual que fazíamos à nossa querida avó paterna, mas aí, à parte a própria avó, o bondoso avozinho, uma tia solteira e duas ou três pessoas de idade, não víamos mais ninguém.

Por vezes nossa mãe divertia-nos com histórias e anedotas da sua juventude. Essas histórias, ao mesmo tempo que nos entretinham espantosamente, acordavam — pelo menos em mim — o desejo secreto de ver um pouco mais de mundo.

Imagino que ela deve ter sido muito feliz, mas nunca deu mostras de lamentar esse tempo passado. Porém, meu pai, cujo temperamento não era tranquilo nem alegre por natureza, muitas vezes se atormentava injustamente a pensar nos sacrifícios que a sua querida mulher fizera por ele, quebrando a cabeça com projetos impossíveis, que lhe permitissem aumentar os seus parcos haveres, para bem dela, e para nosso bem.

Em vão minha mãe lhe assegurava estar absolutamente satisfeita, e lhe afirmava que, se ele pusesse de lado um poucachinho para as filhas, teríamos mais do que o suficiente no momento e de futuro. A economia, porém, não era o forte de meu pai. Se não arranjava dívidas (pelo menos minha mãe procurava que ele as não arranjasse) enquanto tinha dinheiro devia gastá-lo. Gostava de ter conforto em casa, de ver a mulher e as filhas bem vestidas e sem lhes faltar nada, e era caridoso, gostando de dar aos pobres conforme podia. Segundo alguns, mesmo mais do que podia.

Um dia um amigo bondoso sugeriu-lhe a ideia e a maneira de duplicar os seus bens de uma só vez e de acrescentá-los depois de uma forma incalculável. Esse amigo era um negociante muito empreendedor e de valor indiscutível, mas que se sentia um pouco constrangido nos seus negócios por falta de capital. Propunha generosamente a meu pai dar-lhe uma boa parte nos lucros, se lhe emprestasse o bastante para ele negociar, e julgava poder prometer que, fosse qual fosse a soma que meu pai lhe entregasse, lha traria com um lucro de cem por cento.

O pequeno património foi vendido rapidamente e todo o dinheiro da venda entregue ao negociante amigo, que prontamente carregou um navio e se preparou para uma viagem.

Meu pai estava encantado com uma perspetiva tão brilhante, e nós também.

É verdade que de momento estávamos reduzidos ao limitado rendimento da paróquia, mas meu pai não achava que fosse necessário restringir as despesas a esse rendimento, de modo que, com uma conta a longo prazo a Mr. Jackson, outra a Mr. Smith, outra a Mr. Hobson, continuámos a viver talvez mesmo melhor do que até então.

Minha mãe bem dizia que era melhor não arranjar dívidas, porque os nossos planos de riqueza eram ainda incertos, e, se meu pai a deixasse dirigir, nunca se veria em dificuldades; mas, decididamente, ele era incorrigível.

Quantas horas passámos, eu e Mary, umas vezes sentadas ao lume, outras passeando pelas colinas cobertas de urze, algumas vezes ainda preguiçando debaixo do chorão (a única árvore importante que havia no jardim), falando de futuras felicidades para nós e para os pais, conversando das coisas que faríamos e daquilo que quereríamos ver, sem ter outra base que não fossem as nossas boas esperanças nas riquezas que vinham ao nosso encontro, dado o êxito das especulações do célebre negociante!

Nosso pai ainda era pior do que nós, mas fingia-se menos apressado, mostrando a sua esperança e a sua confiante expectativa em ditos de espírito e brincadeiras, que eu achava sempre muito divertidos e muito alegres.

A mãe ria encantada por vê-lo tão feliz. Receava, contudo, que ele esperasse de mais, e ouvia-a uma vez murmurar num quarto contíguo: Deus permita que não vá ter uma grande desilusão! Sei bem quanto lhe havia de custar.

Desilusão, teve-a e bem dura. Caiu sobre nós como um raio a notícia de que toda a nossa riqueza se perdera, fora para o fundo de mistura com a restante mercadoria, com parte da tripulação e com o desventurado negociante.

Sofri por ele, sofri por nós, e sofri pela derrocada dos nossos castelos no ar, mas com a adaptabilidade da juventude depressa me restabeleci do choque.

Embora a riqueza tenha suas vantagens, a pobreza não metia medo a uma rapariga inexperiente como eu era. Se quiser falar verdade, direi mesmo que havia certo encanto na ideia de ficar entregue aos próprios recursos.

Só quereria que o pai, a mãe e Maiy se encontrassem no mesmo estado de espírito em que eu estava, e que, em lugar de lamentarem passadas desventuras, deitassem todos mãos à obra para tentarem qualquer remédio, e quanto maiores fossem as dificuldades, quanto mais duras fossem as privações presentes, maior devia ser o nosso vigor e a nossa animação para as vencer.

Mary não se lamentava, mas pensava continuamente na nossa desgraça e caiu em tal abatimento que, por mais esforços que eu fizesse, não consegui reanimá-la. Não foi possível fazê-la olhar para a nossa situação com otimismo, e como era muito desagradável ser acusada de frivolidade infantil ou de estúpida insensibilidade, guardei para mim boa parte das ideias animadoras, por ver que não podiam ser compreendidas.

Minha mãe só pensava em consolar meu pai, em pagar as dívidas e em diminuir as despesas por todos os meios. Meu pai estava completamente acabrunhado pela desdita. Saúde, força e coragem foram-se-lhe por completo e nunca mais as recuperou verdadeiramente. Em vão minha mãe se esforçou por animá-lo apelando para a sua piedade, para a sua coragem, para a sua afeição por ela e por nós. Essa afeição era exatamente o seu tormento. Fora por nossa causa que lutara tão ardentemente para acrescentar aqueles poucos haveres. Era o seu interesse por nós, que o levara a esperar tanto, que amargurava o seu desespero atual. Atormentava-se por não ter feito caso da opinião de minha mãe, que, pelo menos, o teria livrado do encargo das dívidas. Censurava-se por tê-la tirado do seu meio, da sua vida agradável, do seu luxo, para a fazer lutar com ele contra desgostos, trabalhos e pobreza. Dilacerava-lhe a alma ver uma mulher tão distinta e tão cultivada, que fora cortejada e admirada, transformar-se numa ativa e trabalhadora dona de casa, com a cabeça e os braços continuamente ocupados nos trabalhos e na economia doméstica.

Era exatamente a boa vontade com que ela cumpria esses deveres, a animação com que suportava os revezes, e a bondade que a impedia de fazer a menor censura, que se transformavam no espírito dele, já atormentado, em causas de maior sofrimento.

E, assim, o espírito, influindo no corpo, destrambelhou-lhe o sistema nervoso, aumentando-lhe este, por sua vez, os tormentos da imaginação até que a sua saúde ficou seriamente abalada. Ninguém podia convencê-lo de que o estado das nossas coisas não era tão sombrio nem tão desesperado como lho apresentava a imaginação doentia.

Vendeu-se o cavalinho que servia ao faetonte, assim como o nosso velho cavalo favorito, que tínhamos há muito decidido acabasse os seus dias em paz, sem mudar de donos. A pequena cocheira e, a cavalariça foram alugadas, e das duas criadas, a mais importante (porque era a mais dispendiosa) foi despedida.

Os nossos fatos passaram a ser passajados, voltados e consertados quanto era possível, a alimentação, que fora sempre cuidada, passou a ser simplificada, mantendo-se embora certos pratos favoritos de meu pai, o aquecimento e as luzes penosamente economizados, o par de candelabros reduzido a um só, e esse mesmo muito poupado, a lareira foi alimentada com pouquíssimo carvão, especialmente quando meu pai saía para tratar das suas obrigações de sacerdote, ou quando estava doente de cama. Nessas alturas sentávamo-nos com os pés apoiados no guarda-fogo, juntando as brasas meio apagadas e acrescendo-as, de tempos a tempos, com um pouco de pó e algumas migalhas de carvão, apenas o bastante para que se não apagasse de todo.

Quanto aos tapetes, estavam muitíssimo usados, mais passajados ainda e mais remendados do que os nossos fatos.

Para evitar a despesa de um jardineiro, Mary e eu resolvemos tratar do jardim, e toda a cozinha e mais trabalho da casa, que não podia ser facilmente feito por uma só criada, era minha mãe e minha irmã quem o executava, um pouco ajudadas por mim, quando calhava — mas pouco, porque, embora eu me considerasse uma mulher, para elas era sempre uma criança. Minha mãe, como acontece à maior parte das mulheres muito ativas e decididas, não tinha filhas muito desembaraçadas, e, por esta razão, sendo ela muito hábil e muito diligente, não era tentada a encarregar alguém do seu trabalho. Pelo contrário, era ela sempre quem tomava conta nos outros, e com muito boa vontade. Assim, quando eu me oferecia para a ajudar, dava-me sempre respostas como esta:

— Não, amor, tu não podes, não é coisa que tu possas fazer. Vai ajudar tua irmã, ou convence-a a ir dar um passeio contigo. Diz-lhe que não lhe faz bem estar tanto tempo em casa, como costuma.

— Mary, a mamã diz para te ajudar ou então lembra que vás dar um passeio comigo, porque assim, sempre em casa, emagreces e entristeces.

— Tu não podes ajudar-me, Agnes, e eu não posso sair contigo porque tenho muito que fazer.

— Então vou auxiliar-te.

— Não podes, minha querida. Vai estudar a tua música ou, então, vai brincar com o gato.

Realmente, havia sempre muito que coser, mas não me tinham ensinado a talhar uma única peça de roupa, e, a não ser bordar ou pespontar, pouco podia nesse capítulo. Ambas achavam mais fácil fazer o trabalho do que preparar-me uma tarefa, e preferiam ver-me estudar ou mesmo divertir-me. Achavam que tinha muito tempo para estar dobrada, sobre a costura, como uma grave matrona, quando o meu gatinho predileto se tivesse transformado num respeitável gatarrão. Nestas condições, eu para pouco mais servia do que o próprio bichano, e, como veem, a minha ociosidade não era inteiramente indesculpável.

Apesar de todas as faltas de dinheiro, só uma vez ouvi minha mãe queixar-se. Como o verão se aproximava, observou, dirigindo-se a mim e a Mary:

— Era muito bom para vosso pai passar algumas semanas numa praia. Estou convencida de que o ar do mar e a mudança de ambiente lhe seriam muitíssimo proveitosos, mas, bem veem, não temos dinheiro — acrescentou, com um suspiro.

Ambas tínhamos grande desejo de que isso fosse possível e lamentámos não o ser.

— Bem, bem, disse ela, não serve de nada a gente lastimar-se. Talvez se possa fazer qualquer coisa para se ver se é possível realizar o nosso projeto. Mary, tu desenhas muito bem. Que te parece? Se experimentasses fazer alguns desenhos aguarelados, o melhor que soubesses? Podíamos tentar colocá-los nalguma loja onde tivessem o bom gosto de os apreciar.

— Sinto-me muito contente por a mamã achar que é possível eu servir para alguma coisa.

— Pode-se, ao menos, experimentar, minha filha. Arranja tu os desenhos que eu procurarei arranjar o comprador.

— Gostava tanto de poder fazer também qualquer coisa — disse eu.

— Quem sabe lá, Agnes? Tu também desenhas muito bem, e, se procurares um motivo simples, tenho a certeza de que és capaz de fazer trabalho que todos teremos prazer em mostrar.

— Não, tenho outro projeto em mente, mamã. Já o tenho há muito tempo, mas não quis ainda falar.

— Então, diz lá?

— Queria ir ser precetora.

Minha mãe soltou uma exclamação de surpresa e desatou a rir. Minha irmã pousou o trabalho, pasmada, e exclamou:

— O quê, tu precetora, Agnes? Estás a sonhar?

— Não vejo onde está o espanto. Não tenho a pretensão de ser capaz de ensinar crianças mais crescidas, mas sou capaz de ensinar meninos pequenos, e gostava até muito, sou muito amiga de crianças. Deixe-me ir, mamã.

— Mas meu amor, ainda nem sequer sabes tomar conta de ti própria. As crianças pequenas requerem ainda mais vigilância e maior critério para lidar com elas.

— Mamã, tenho mais de dezoito anos e sei muito bem tratar de mim e dos outros. A mamã não pode fazer ideia do juízo e da prudência que possuo, porque nunca experimentou.

— Pensa só no que farias numa casa cheia de gente estranha, disse Mary, sem me teres a mim nem à mamã para conversar contigo, sem ninguém para te aconselhar? Eras capaz de nem saber o fato que devias vestir.

— Como só me vês fazer aquilo que me mandam, imaginas que não sou capaz de pensar pela minha própria cabeça, mas experimenta e verás se sou ou não sou.

Meu pai entrou neste momento e quis saber o motivo da discussão.

— Quê, a minha pequena Agnes quer ser precetora? — exclamou, e, a despeito da sua tristeza, riu de vontade só com a ideia.

— Quero, sim, papá, não diga que não. Gostava tanto! Tenho a certeza de que me havia de sair bem.

— Mas minha querida, não te podemos dispensar. — E, com os olhos rasos de água, acrescentou: — Não. Estamos muito apoquentados, mas ainda não chegámos a esse ponto.

— Que ideia — disse minha mãe. — Não há necessidade de tal coisa. Trata-se apenas de uma fantasia dela. Cala-te, minha cabeçuda, ficas sabendo que, mesmo que tu estejas disposta a deixar-nos, nós não podemos separar-nos de ti.

Calei-me nessa ocasião e nos dias seguintes, mas não abandonei o meu projeto. Mary arranjou o material para desenhar e principiou a trabalhar com afinco. Eu também comecei, mas, enquanto desenhava, pensava noutras coisas. Devia ser muito bom ser-se precetora! Ver mundo, começar uma vida nova, ter iniciativa, utilizar as minhas próprias faculdades, até então inaproveitadas, experimentar as minhas capacidades, que eu própria desconhecia, ganhar o meu sustento, e poder ajudar e confortar meu pai, minha mãe e minha irmã, além de os aliviar de terem de sustentar-me e de vestir-me, mostrar a meu pai do que era capaz a sua pequena Agnes, convencer a mamã e a Mary de que eu não era o ente incapaz de pensar que elas imaginavam. E que encanto terem-me confiado os cuidados e a educação de algumas crianças!... Dissessem o que dissessem, sentia-me digna dessa tarefa. A recordação nítida do que tinham sido os meus pensamentos na infância era um guia mais seguro do que quantos conselhos houvesse no mundo. Bastava que, ao cuidar dos meus alunos, pensasse no que eu era na idade deles, para imediatamente saber inspirar-lhes confiança e afeição, saber acordar neles o arrependimento, quando errassem, saber animar os tímidos e aconselhar os aflitos, conseguir que procedessem bem e tornar a instrução apetecida e a religião amada

Avaliações de Agnes Grey

[nx74defiant · Nota: 5 de 5 estrelas]

Anne is very under appreciated.I like her more realistic style.The book is told in the first person by Agnes. As a governess Agnes is given no real authority to punish her charges. So of course they feel free to disrespect her.

[rmckeown_9 · Nota: 5 de 5 estrelas]

I am resolved to work my way through all the novels by the Brontë sisters – Ann, Emily, and Charlotte. Agnes Grey is Anne’s first of her two novels. Anne was born January 17, 1820. She was a novelist and a poet. She spent most of her life with her family at the parish church of Haworth on the Yorkshire moors. She was a governess from 1839 to 1845. Agnes Grey was published in 1847. Anne died May 28, 1849.She drew on her experiences at Haworth and as a governess in writing the novel. The first paragraph sets forth her ideas on writing a novel. She wrote, “All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find, and when found, so trivial in quantity that the dry shriveled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut. Whether this be the case with my history or not, I am hardly competent to judge; I sometimes think it might prove useful to some, and entertaining to others, but the world my judge for itself: shielded by my own obscurity, and by the lapse of years, and a few fictitious names, I do not fear to venture, and will candidly lay before the public what I would not disclose to the most intimate friend” (1). Every time I delve into one of the Brontës, I can not help to hear their voices—soft, gentle, erudite—as I imagine them to be.As was frequently the case in those days, a writer was at the mercy of the typesetters. In a letter to her publisher, she wrote, “There are numerous literal errors, and the text of Agnes Grey is marred by various peculiarities of punctuation, especially in the use of commas (some of these, however, may be authorial)” (xi). She began revising the text, and a copy of the third volume has “some 121 revisions made in pencil in her hand, many of them involving quite significant substantive alterations” (xi). James Joyce faced the same problem with Ulysses with typesetters who could not read English. I corrected the text for many years—nearly up to his death.Anne’s novel is considered quite an achievement. As the novel proceeds, she becomes more confident. Here is a conversation between Anne and Rosalie: “‘If you mean Mr. Weston to be one of your victims,’ said I, with affected indifference, ‘you will have to make such overtures yourself, that you will find it difficult to draw back when he asks you to fulfil the expectations you have raised’ // [Anne’s reply] ‘I don’t suppose he will ask me to marry him—nor should I desire it … that would be rather too much presumption! But I intend him to feel my power—he has felt it already, indeed—but he shall acknowledge it too; and what visionary hopes he may have, he must keep to himself, and only amuse me with the result of them—for a time’” (xii).As the Introduction to my paperback copy points out, “Agnes Grey is undoubtedly in many ways a deeply personal novel’ (xii). “Charlotte Brontë described the work as ‘the mirror of the mind of the writer” (xii-xiii). One of the things that Anne emphasized in her novels, comes right out of her experiences as a governess. The treatment of these young women was nothing less than atrocious. Agnes Grey speaks with the authority of experience. In addition, her moral and religious sensibilities are evident throughout the novel.I hope this taste of a fantastically talented young writer will inspire you to snuggle up with Anne Brontë and delve into Agnes Grey. All you need is a cup of tea, some patience, and the reward is a thoroughly satisfying picture of young women in England of the 1840s. 5 stars!--Jim, 12/6/17

[michellech_1 · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

This was a Librovox recording that was ok. I thought that the voice of Agnes was a bit whiny. This matched the first half of the book which was Agnes's narrative about the awful students in her care. I sympathized with her a bit and thought that not only the students but parents were absolutely awful and disrespectful. It is interesting how little preparation a governess had for taking care of the young people she spent all day teaching and guiding. Going into a family with predefined behavior and disfunction had to be incredibly difficult. I am sure that very little was ever discussed prior to starting a placement in terms of managing difficult situations a governess was most likely going to experience.

A governess was both a necessity and an evil. She was needed but not included as a member of the family. The ultimate decision-making was also in the hands of the parents, something that I am sure many youth took advantage of on a day to day basis.

The second half of the book was more bright as some of the characters received their just desserts and Agnes found her path and voice. I was happy with the ending and must confess that I do enjoy things being wrapped up neatly.

Looking forward to more of the Bronte sisters.

[sherdenise · Nota: 2 de 5 estrelas]

I had a hard time with Ann Brontes writing style. An enjoyable story was mired down in too many words!

[lisa.isselee · Nota: 5 de 5 estrelas]

a realistic & plain love story. The main character is normal and there isn't anything extravagant about the whole thing. Which makes this book a very nice read, it's a nice change to all the drama filled romance novels you find today.
It was charming & wonderful.

[gypsysmom_1 · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

Anne Bronte is one of the Bronte sisters, all of whom wrote novels. This book is based on Anne's own experiences as a governess. If the details are true to life then she had some horrible brats as students and I do feel sorry for her. However, feeling sorry doesn't mean that I thought the book was good. I don't think Anne had the skill that her older sister, Charlotte, did for writing about characters that made one care what happened to them. Even the eponymous character didn't engage me. I wanted her to, at least once, stand up for herself but she consistently backed down. In one of the most horrible scenes she prevented a cruel boy from torturing a little bird by killing the bird herself. Surely there was some other way to resolve this problem. I could tell almost from the minute the young curate, Edward Weston, was introduced that Agnes would fall in love with him and, somehow, they would marry. Even when both Grey and Weston each leave the place where they met and Agnes was not able to learn where he had gone I knew that somehow they would reconnect. If that's a spoiler I apologize but, as I said, it seemed pretty obvious from the outset.Not my favourite classic by any stretch of the imagination. Give me George Eliot or Elizabeth Gaskell any day.

[stouthearted_1 · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

The least-studied Bronte throws her experiences as a governess into the ring and the result is a scathing tale of the upper classes and how they treat their middle class servants.The heroine Agnes Grey is a virtuous clergyman's daughter who, when her family finds themselves struggling, offers up her services as a governess. Her experiences are terrible: The children are unruly and unwilling to submit to authority, and the parents expect the kids to be tamed without discipline or harsh words. Agnes soon finds that governesses have an awkward place in their charges' families. They are treated like servants, yet expected to hold themselves in a manner better than such. Servants, in fact, seem to hold a resentment for a governess's place in their master's home. The governess then lives a lonely life, without confidantes, far from home. They are supposed to have no feelings, and to think only of their charges. When Agnes suffers a loss, her mistress is sulky that Agnes should take a short leave. She is ordered about with no concern of her own health or welfare, stuffed into uncomfortable carriage seats and forced to endure walks in uncomfortable weather and often finds herself sick.Agnes survives it all due to her sense of moral duty, which oftentimes borders on pride. She is afraid to admit failure to her family, who discouraged her from the work at first. Thus, she puts up with the cruelest of children in her first job as a governess, which she was woefully underprepared for. The second family she worked for was almost as bad. There, her primary charges were two young women: one a determined flirt, the other a foul-mouthed tomboy, neither of which felt obliged to be peacefully taught anything by a governess. The flirt, eldest daughter Rosalie, establishes a semblance of a friendship with Agnes, which consisted of Rosalie confiding in all the naughty things she did, and Agnes admonishing her. When Rosalie marries unhappily and is shut away in the country by her jealous husband, she calls on her old governess for conpanionship, but as usual does not listen to any of her advice. Thus, Rosalie becomes a self-sabotaging character: she is determined to always have things her way, even if her way makes things worse for her. In contrast, Agnes finds a most agreeable companion in the curate Mr. Weston. Both find comfort in religion and helping the less fortunate. Agnes falls in love almost immediately, but does not dare hope that marriage is in the cards for a woman of her class and position. As stoic and sensible as she tries to be, her mind belies an schoolgirl giddiness when she thinks of Mr. Weston. It is interesting that she and Rosalie take almost similar actions to cross his path: Rosalie wants to ensnare Mr. Weston's affections before her marriage to stroke her ego, so she visits the cottagers more in hopes to find him administering to parishoners there. Similarily, Agnes hopes to run into and hear about Mr. Weston as she visits the cottagers. The difference lies in their motives: Rosalie's intents are perverted because she disdains mens' feelings and only wants to be adored and have the satisfaction of turning down another proposal. Agnes's love is pure and based on admiration for Mr. Weston's moral character.The novel ends with happiness for those who deserve it -- very satisfactory for the reader. It is interesting to compare the novel to the "governess stories" of another Bronte, Charlotte, like "Jane Eyre" and "Villete", the latter being a closer comparison. In "Villette," Lucy Snowe is an isolated teacher who finds herself in a patronizing pseudo-friendship with one of her flirtatious and insulting charges. Like Agnes, Lucy makes a romantic connection with a likeminded sober and upstanding character. "Agnes Grey," however is a more damning account of the treatment of governesses. Few respectable jobs were open to educated women with no fortune to tempt men into marriage. Their minds and moral character set them apart, making them outsiders and resigned to a lonely life. They worked to survive, not to hope for any wordly pleasure, for the only pleasure that mattered was that of the family for whom they worked. The fact that Agnes can find happiness at the novel's conclusion is heartening, but it does not diminish the harsh treatment she received by her employers. I can only hope that the novel's publication made an impression on Victorian readers, and sought them to treat their governesses much more fairly.

[jmchshannon · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

This book was an almost unanimous selection for my book club. When we were voting, we were in the throes of some very weighty books, Little Dorrit, The Three Musketeers, Of Human Bondage, and the like. I think almost everyone in the group was ready for something a little lighter and definitely shorter. Agnes Grey definitely fits that bill. If you read it looking for similarities in writing to her sisters, however, you will be disappointed. Anne is the vanilla to Jane and Charlotte's more exotic chocolate. Agnes Grey contains no Gothic elements. It is slightly preachy and somewhat predictable. I would term it an overall pleasant book to read, albeit one that is not going to change the world.Agnes is just plain nice. She could have been very annoying with her goodness, but I think Anne avoids that very deftly. While on the outside she may appear like a goody-two-shoes who does nothing but preach to her charges, she throws in enough criticism for the reader's eyes that makes her story quite interesting and fun to read. In general, the entire story is a good, old-fashioned love story. I may not be particularly happy that Anne finds true happiness through marriage (because I get tired of that lesson), I do understand that for women in the 1800s, there truly were very few options.Speaking of options, I do believe Agnes Grey does a tremendous job of showcasing the struggles of governesses and the limited options for women who needed to work to support their families. As Agnes (and Anne) can attest, often they were considered lower than the servants. They had no respect or authority but were expected to mold spoiled children into model citizens. Without the authority to do anything, their jobs were often doomed from the beginning. And for all their efforts, they received pitiful wages that barely helped. However, if one were truly to do a comparison, are teaching positions all that different now than they were in Anne's time? Teachers remain grossly underpaid, often have no authority for discipline and yet expected to mold students and help them reach their full potential. Parents either thwart their efforts at home or throw fits over certain punishments that a teacher's hands are tied. It appears that governesses and today's teachers still have much in common.Overall, I found Agnes Grey an enjoyable read. I know that Agnes bothered some of my fellow book club members, but I liked her. She had spunk and backbone and never once deviated from her beliefs. We should all be so strong in our convictions.

[alhana_2 · Nota: 5 de 5 estrelas]

I really loved this book. I think Anne among the Bronte sisters is too underrated. Okay, her book is not groundbreaking as Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre, but it's still a good book, sweet and nice, and that leaves you with a good feeling in your heart. So, for me, it's five stars.

[missjomarch · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

A very simple and heart- warming story based on the author's own experience as a governess. Anne Bronte does very well to engage the reader into a personal account of Agnes and the two positions she held to assist her own family's income. The challenges she faces dealing with over-indulged and disrespectful children would make any woman grateful that there are more choices for employment in the modern world. I adore the Bronte sisters and enjoyed this quick read.

[rainpebble_1 · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte; (2 1/2*)A clergyman's family falls into difficult financial times and one of the daughters must go into service as a governess. How many times and how many ways have we read this one? To give Bronte her due, she was young at the time she wrote this and she did have some experience of that which she wrote. I have to admit part of the reason I read this is that I was quite curious as to how this sister held up against her sisters and the outcome was 'rather poorly'. But then who can stand up against Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights? I found Agnes Grey rather predictable and somewhat of a snooze. Anne Bronte does bring some nice bits of writing to the table throughout her novel but I doubt I would have completed the read had it not been that I was taking part in a tutored & group read. I did love the very last part of the novel so the author did score some marks.

[thatotter-1 · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

Plain and rather predictable, but nice.

[helenliz_1 · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

A largely biographical novel, telling the trials and tribulations of a daughter of a clergyman who resorts to being a governess in order to reduce her burden on the family finances. Unfortunately, Agnes is allowed too little authority over her spoilt charges and has too little experience, character and authority in herself to be able to exert what little authority she does have over the brats. And they are uniformly brats who are neglected and over indulged by their parents. It is also a cycle that is difficult to break, with Rosalie Murray looking set to treat her child in the same manner as she was, thus perpetuating the cycle of bad behaviour. Agnes herself is not someone I'd want to spend a great deal of time with. Too innocent to know much of the ways of the world, she is entirely out of her depth for most of the novel. She is also too insipid to do much about it. She always takes the back seat and does little to develop her own character. I accept she's in a difficult situation, the governess sitting uncomfortably between the servants and the family, being a part of neither circle. It leads to a isolating position, despite Agnes' claim (about which she then does nothing) that she is the equal of the ladies and their friends that she has been employed to educate. The other topic this book covers is courtship & marriage. There are two very different end results, and, one suspects, one is supposed to take the message that a good marriage is deserved by the more godly (preachy and pious) person. I, however, take from it that I'm amazed any marriage was ever good, in that they seem to be based on a mere handful of meetings and those barely seem to scratch the surface of the kind of exploratory conversations you'd have on a modern date. Rosalie discovers her husband is not at all what she imagined he would be, and has no skills to manage him. I occasionally complain my husband is not at all romantic, but I did know that before I married him. Not the longest book, and not a difficult read. But it has that 19th century preaching tone about it - you're supposed to take a lesson from it. And so it's unlikely to be one I'll come back to.

[the_hibernator · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

When the Grey family begins to have financial problems, Agnes, a sheltered minister's daughter, begins life as a governess. She is shocked and appalled by how she is treated and what miracles she is expected to achieve. This book is a social commentary on the treatment of governesses and unruly children. It also touches on the charms of marrying for love instead of money. It was a quick read, but rather unexceptional.

[zeborah · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

Many similarities to her sister Charlotte's Villette, though not so powerful. Agnes is more reliable a narrator -- occasionally coy, but transparently so -- though somehow (or perhaps 'therefore') I didn't find her quite as engaging. She's steadfast and determined, but mostly in a very quiet manner, so without the Villette-style revelations that "Oh by the way, I lied about X" there's little real spark. But she is likeable and admirable, and the story a sweet one of what makes a good education and a happy marriage.

[elyreader · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

The story of Agnes Grey is essentially thinly veiled autobiography which parallels key elements of Anne Bronte’s own life. Related in the first person, it is the story of a clergyman’s daughter in the north of England who seeks financial independence in light of the family’s straightened circumstances and eventually chooses, much to the astonishment of her parents and sisters, to become a governess. The ensuing narrative provides ample opportunity to present some powerful depictions of over indulgent and thoughtless parents, their obstreperous and selfish children as well as the vacuity of the schoolroom. We see two families, the Bloomfields and the Murrays, each of which proves unkind, unfeeling and insensitive after their own fashion. We also see the attendant village societies with their divisions, jealousies and aspirations – although the overall presentation of these is more akin to Jane Austen’s two inches of ivory rather than to Dickens’ or Eliot’s wider panorama of the social order.This novel fits the pattern of so many great classic realist works of the Victorian era from Dickens to Hardy, which explore the principle division of matter and spirit. The material conditions of nineteenth century society are always kept in mind; we are given details of the wealth and earnings of Agnes, her economic strains and anxieties; and we are shown how they contrast with the ease and comfort of her employers as well as the pecuniary motivations for the marriages they arrange. But, while worldly enough to incorporate such gross matters, the moral and spiritual dimension of the characters is always the principle focus of interest. For Agnes, the most important concern is to maintain integrity in the face of experience; to focus on the simple and honest virtues of love rather than social probity or advancement. Agnes’ mother sums this up most clearly towards the end when she affirms the choice she made to marry for love rather than money many years earlier by turning down her own father’s offer to restore her place in his will if she will renounce her marriage. She stoutly asserts that “he is mistaken in supposing that I can regret the birth of my daughters...; had our misfortunes been three times as great as they were ... I should still the more rejoice to have shared them with your father...” (p.124). What keeps Agnes going in the dark times as she feels increasingly alienated from the world and its values, is this family feeling and the thought of doing her best for them. When the admirable curate Mr Weston asks her what her favourite flowers are, she replies with “primroses, blue-bells and heath-blossoms” because they remind her of home; and here she pledges herself to Victorian hearth and home: “It is so much that I think I could not live without it” she says (p.84).The great temptation for the characters of the novel is the pride that comes from their wealth and the ability it gives them to exploit others. On one side are the wealthy who have generally succumbed to this egotism. Rosalie Murray, one of Agnes’s charges, fits this mould. Agnes admits to caring for her and seeing her virtues of vivacity and charm; but her indulgent parents and their philistine world view have allowed Rosalie’s weaknesses to outgrow her strengths. As Agnes notes “Her temper being naturally good, she was never violent or morose, but from constant indulgence and habitual scorn of reason, she was often testy and capricious; her mind had never been cultivated; her intellect at best was somewhat shallow; she possessed considerable vivacity, some quickness of perception, and some talent for music and the acquisition of languages, but till fifteen she had troubled herself to acquire nothing; - then the love of display had roused her faculties, and induced her to apply herself, but only to the more showy accomplishments” (51). Even worse are the cruelties of Tom Bloomfield, the eldest child of Agnes’ first placement. He is constantly defiant to Agnes and vicious to animals (he is the boy Lear refers to who kills things for his sport). This culture culminates in mercenary attitudes to love and marriage as seen in Rosalie’s poor choice of a husband, something connived in by her parents. All this is counterpointed with Agnes’s steadfast and level headed moral judgement. Her connections reflect this same modest and simple attitude: her constant and loyal family, Nancy Brown (a local cottage dweller looked down on by the well-to-do because of her meagre living) and the curate Mr Weston. Modesty, endurance and a clear sighted simple honesty and faith are the touchstone virtues here. And, as we would expect they are rewarded in their way.The drama played out between these sets of characters is to a great degree predictable but the resolution is skilfully held back until extremely late in the story; the heart of the novel is Agnes herself, her modesty and moral integrity. She can judge harshly: Tom Bloomfield and the uncle who incites him to outrageous acts of so-called “manly” torture are clearly taken to task in the narrative. But she can also forgive Rosalie for her thoughtless marriage when she sees its sorrowful consequences in a poignant scene. So, along with a moral toughness there is a capacity for flexibility and kindness.Agnes can seem a little pious at times to modern taste but the voracious, vindictive and spiritually vapid world of her antagonists serves to provide a counterweight to this. There is no shortage of cruelty and heartlessness to be seen in this novel, but these lack the energetic vigour with which Emily presents such emotions in "Wuthering Heights". But, the purpose of this book is to embody the values of Christian virtue not to extol or explore the passions of pantheistic or pagan character as her sister does. Whereas Emily’s novel leads us to the shimmering energies of “unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth”, Anne affirms a more conventional Victorian pietism by concluding that “we endeavour to live to the glory of Him who has scattered so many blessings in our path”. Unquiet slumbers? Quiet glory has its value, too.

[readingwithtea · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

Agnes Grey has all the features of the first book of a gifted writer. The topic is not particularly ambitious, but every description is just a little unnecessarily colourful. The book is narrated by the heroine of the title, who, in order to help her family in financially difficult times, seeks out positions as a governess despite a sheltered upbringing. The children of both families with whom she resides are unrelentingly cruel, wilful and generally shocking.The writing seems a little stilted, amateurish – whether this is deliberate in an attempt to lend authenticity to young Agnes’ voice, or inadvertent, it makes the book difficult to get into (not unlike Northanger Abbey). There is a strong tinge of social commentary throughout, which I rather enjoyed – it is more skilfully crafted in The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, but it is still convincing and thought-provoking here, and still applicable today, with mentions of what an author is willing to put in the public domain (Facebook? Blogging? Thought so) and familial tensions. Not having read much 19th century literature, I don’t know whether the relative poverty conveyed is a rare topic, but given her ground-breaking choices in TToWH, it wouldn’t surprise me. The behaviour of the children reminded me very much of the behaviour of a young Helen Keller in a favourite book of mine, Helen Keller’s Teacher. The criticism of the writing is by no means all-encompassing; Brontë has a magnificent turn of phrase when she cares to use it. Words like “proxility” and “colloquy” and the simple emotions conveyed with “she would rather live in a cottage with Richard Grey than in a palace with any other man in the world” show the class and style I had expected from Agnes after TToWH.Crucially, the novel has a spectacular ending: “And now I think I have said sufficient.” And so have I.

[killerx-2 · Nota: 1 de 5 estrelas]

Agnes is an idiot. And I only made it through about 60% of this very boring book.

[birdsam0610 · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

Anne Bronte was the only one of the Bronte sisters I had not read so far. I loved Jane Eyre and enjoyed Wuthering Heights so I thought I should try Anne out (plus I could not resist the green Penguin Classic cover and the price of $4.50 Singapore dollars).The plot of Agnes Grey is quite simple – Agnes lives at home and is somewhat forced to go out into the world to earn a living to support her family. She becomes a governess and is placed with an awful family. She returns home and then works again with another family (slightly less awful). There she meets a man who she loses, then finds again when she sets up a small school with her mother. The ending? I’m sure you can guess!It is quite easy to read despite that it was written in 1847. The main themes are spoilt children (nothing different nowadays) and the support of family (Agnes’ mother is a constant source of support). Agnes herself is a very moral character, somewhat serious and lacking in humour to me. She always believes she is making the right choice and the other party is wrong (as this story is told in the first person, it’s hard to tell who really is right).This wasn’t my favourite Bronte book (Jane Eyre wins hands down). Is The Tenant of Wildfell Hall any better?

[lynn_barker_14 · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

Agnes wants to prove herself and help her family by working as a governess. Her family try to dissuade her, thinking she is too young and not competent. Her first job is to teach two little uncooperative imps from the nether regions. The parents don't allow her to discipline the two, yet criticize her for not being able to control them. The only way she can get the little boy to pay attention to his lesson is to back him into a corner and not let him go until she gets a response. Meanwhile, he incites the little sister to throw Agnes' work bag in the fire, or toss her letters out the window. When the governess goes to rescue her possessions, the boy escapes his lessons after all. These are the first in a series of horrid children we meet in the novel. Agnes never loses her patience and feels quiet consistency and kindness will eventually win over her charges. Poor Anne was obviously writing from experience. I got a little irritated with the novel's heroine at times. She's a little too much of a victim, and constantly emphasizing the contrast between her employers' lack of character and her own moral superiority. Worthwhile reading.

[ari4joki · Nota: 2 de 5 estrelas]

Compared to some other protagonists of the Brontë sisters, Agnes miss Grey feels insipid, tepid, weak-willed, spineless even. Pretty straightforward "through difficulties to romance" story.

[shereadsnovels · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

Although I didn't think this book was as good as Anne Bronte's other novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, and it didn't have the feel of a must-read classic like Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights, there was still a lot to like about Agnes Grey.The plot is simple, plain and linear. It's the story of a young woman in 19th century England who goes out to work as a governess when her family fall on hard times. Unfortunately Tom, Mary Ann and Fanny Bloomfield are three of the most badly-behaved children imaginable. When her short, unhappy time with the Bloomfields comes to an end, Agnes finds another situation with two older pupils, Rosalie and Matilda Murray. This second position is not much better than the first - the Murray girls are selfish and thoughtless and the only thing that makes Agnes's life bearable is her friendship with Mr Weston, the village curate.Agnes Grey has an autobiographical feel because Anne Bronte herself had worked as a governess and was able to draw on her own personal experiences to show how servants were often treated with cruelty and contempt by their employers. I could sympathise with Agnes as I would soon have lost my patience with the spoilt Bloomfield children and the self-centred, inconsiderate Murrays. I also thought it was unfair that the parents expected Agnes to control their children without actually giving her any real authority over them. It was such a difficult position to be in. However, I found it slightly disappointing that Agnes seemed prepared to just accept things the way they were and not do anything to change the situation. The book was more about tolerance and perseverance than about taking action to try to make things better.Another of the book's themes is the importance of morality, virtuousness and goodness, qualities in which the Bloomfield and Murray families seem to be sadly lacking, leading Agnes to feel isolated and miserable. However, I think many readers will find Agnes too self-righteous and superior, so if you prefer your heroines to be flawed and imperfect this probably isn't the book for you! Reading about the day to day life of a governess is not particularly exciting or dramatic, but I still found the book enjoyable and interesting - and at under 200 pages a very quick read compared to many of the other Bronte books.

[john257hopper · Nota: 5 de 5 estrelas]

I am a big fan of the Brontes. While Charlotte's Jane Eyre and Emily's Wuthering Heights are deservedly all time classics, Anne's two novels are less well known and comparatively neglected; and Agnes Grey is probably less known than Anne's other novel The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. Agnes Grey is comparatively short and is a semi-autobiographical novel where Anne recounts the eponymous young lady's experiences as a governess to the children of wealthy families. When her father's business ventures fall apart after the sinking of a ship of his merchant business partner, young Agnes goes to work as a governess to earn the family some money, despite discouragement from her family. Her experiences are actually quite hilarious, dealing with spoiled and delinquent children and their oblivious parents who refuse to see any wrong in their offspring, particularly in the case of the Bloomfields. Later she looks after the older daughters of the Murrays, who are also a trial, being self-centred and needy, but with whom she is able eventually to establish a modus vivendi. She also falls in love with a vicar in the Murrays' local village, Mr Weston. This is a lovely and very satisfying novel, in some ways ahead of its time in dealing with "feral" children, as is Wildfell Hall in dealing with domestic abuse. A great read.

[amerynth · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

Based upon her own experiences as a governess to two wealthy families, Anne Bronte's "Agnes Grey" is an interesting look at a world with very big class divides. I enjoyed the book, which was a super quick read, but found it's greatest interest lay not in its literary strength, but on the true life experiences it drew upon.Agnes, the daughter of a clergyman, becomes a governess to help with her family's financial troubles. She attends to two different families during her career -- one with a set of spoiled, troublesome tots and another with older, carefree teens who care little for learning, instead yearning for more frivolous activities. Agnes attempts through patience, kindness and gentle instruction to make a different in the lives of these folks with little success.The book does come across as moralizing and preachy sometimes-- more so than Anne's second (and vastly superior book) "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall," which also has a similar sensibility. However, I found there was also a sweetness to it that kept the narrator from crossing the line into annoying-ville. Overall, I found it a decent summer read, but not quite up to par with her other book, or the more well-known books of her sisters.

[dreesie-1 · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

1001 list book #158.Sweet, short, sappy, romantic, yet somehow satisfying. This would actually be a great read for middle/high schoolers--especially for those kids who are young but read at an advanced level. The 18th century language is not simple to read (not hard either, just different), social history is important, and this book is clean and gentle.Read on Serial Reader.

[jeb5 · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

Anne Bronte's writings bring like in the 1800s to life on the page. Her short descriptive chapters set a fast pace to her vivid writing. This is a small treasure of a novel with semi-biographical experiences is often ignored alongside her sisters more famous novels, Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights but it is not forgotten.

[kawgirl · Nota: 3 de 5 estrelas]

I read this while treking around the UK. It was entertaining, though lacked a certain quality with which Anne's sisters somehow infused their books. Definitely worth reading.

[ashryan_1 · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

As a novel that follows the plight of a young woman forced into the position of a governess to make ends meet, Anne Bronte's Agnes Grey has of course often been compared with her sister's more famous novel Jane Eyre. And as a love story, it has also been compared with the novels of Jane Austen. It even reminded me a little of the cautionary morality tales that had been popular up to that time, such as Defoe's Moll Flanders.Personally, I enjoyed it more than Pride and Prejudice, but not as much as Jane Eyre. It just doesn't have the same scope and depth. That said, it is a nice little novel, and interesting, and sometimes very funny. Well worth reading.

[lucybrown_1 · Nota: 5 de 5 estrelas]

Okay, don't throw things at me... Anne is my favorite Bronte. There is something more human about her compared to the the masochistic Charlotte and the transcendent Emily. I loved this book, but it has been awhile since I read it.

[bleached_1 · Nota: 4 de 5 estrelas]

Like her sisters, Anne Bronte is a truly talented writer. While one sister leans more toward romanticism, the other toward morbidity, Anne is in the middle with realism. Her characters portray the nature of humanity in all their flaws and strengths.A heart-warming tale of Agnes who, wanting to help her family's financial situation, becomes a governess. The first family is a nightmare, children are ill-mannered and the parents put all the blame on her for their lack of discipline.Luckily, her second situation was easier, though far from perfect. Through it all she manages to make it through, despite making no head way in morality with her pupils, and even finds Mr. Weston, the man who captures her heart.