An overwritten and self-conscious psychopathic novel based on the many times told Bronte story. Charlotte particularly emerges as a pathological specimen; the concentration on Branwell by all of them is continually emphasized; the part he played in the creation of Wuthering Heights is given a slant I've not encountered before. Endlessly, the author interpolates personal conjectures and theories, not justified if this is to be considered as a novel.