Cutting back material is what a biographer does all the time: you do need to tell a story as well as document a life, and part of the challenge is to pack your story with information as unobtrusively as possible. The research for my new biography of Charlotte Brontë was lengthy and immersive, but while it wasn't possible or desirable to show it all, I know that three years of reading and thinking about the whole family (for no Brontë exists in isolation) radically affected the texture of the book, if not the actual text.  

The research led me along many interesting by-ways and I became engrossed by things like the parish politics of Haworth, the industrialisation of the West Riding, the reading culture in which the Brontës grew up (which led me to read whole years' worth of Blackwood's Magazine for the 1820s, a wonderful insight into topical satire of the day), clothes and hairstyles of the period, steam trains, religious fads.

In the family's sizeable literary output there were dozens of things screaming to be quoted from Branwell's juvenilia, Emily's poetry, Anne's stories, Patrick's own early writing... not surprisingly, when I finished the first draft of my biography it turned out to be much too long. I had to recalibrate with Charlotte firmly centre stage.

Claire Harman on the Brontës

I'd have liked to have written a lot more about Emily, whose progress as a poet was for years a secret

If I'd been able to just go on and on, I'd have liked to have written a lot more about Emily, whose progress as a poet was for years a secret even from her beloved sisters. Perhaps that's what powered her profound self-confidence and intimidating silences, the knowledge of what was going on in her own head. Just being the sister of this veiled genius would be enough reason to warrant a biography, and Charlotte was Charlotte Brontë on top of that! And I'd have liked to have included much more about Anne (I came to believe she had a speech impediment, which might have explained part of her extreme reticence socially), more about Branwell and his career disasters, more about Patrick Brontë's poems and stories, which are so revealing of his almost comically peculiar personality, and more from the story of Ellen Nussey's management of her friend's legacy. I certainly became very familiar with every aspect of these people's lives. The Parsonage at Haworth, one of the most atmospheric literary shrines in the world, houses an unrivalled collection of their papers and possessions, and being allowed to work in the library there was an intensely rewarding experience - reading the Brontës' manuscripts and handling their books and treasures right behind the door to the kitchen where so many of the children's days were spent and where Tabby the servant would be stirring the potatoes into 'a sort of vegetable glue', as Charlotte once joked. It was wonderfully engrossing; like being an eavesdropper on the past.

Claire Harman on the Brontes

What did Charlotte do with her letters from Constantin Heger, the married teacher in Brussels with whom she fell so diasastrously in love? [...] I'm pretty sure there's a decomposed stash of them buried somewhere on Haworth Moor

Quite apart from the things you don't have space to include in a long book like this, there is also a legacy of unanswered questions. What did Charlotte do with her letters from Constantin Heger, the married teacher in Brussels with whom she fell so disastrously in love in 1842-3? He was nervous about their fate after Charlotte's death, but by then, they had disappeared. I'm pretty sure that there's a decomposed stash of them buried somewhere on Haworth Moor, but we'll never know where. Was Emily writing a second novel between completing Wuthering Heights in 1847 and her death at the end of 1848, as a letter from her publisher implies? And if so, what happened to it, and to her correspondence, or Anne's? Was it Charlotte who destroyed these papers, or Charlotte's widower Arthur Nicholls - or even Emily and Anne themselves?

Lastly, there's a category of things out on the margins of one's research that remain resolutely obscure. You sit and puzzle over them when they crop up in an archive, and try to assess them as sensibly as you can. Everything deserves the biographer's consideration; this item, for instance, catalogued as 'Pattern for a coin purse', and attributed to Charlotte Brontë's manufacture, a folding paper template with a central pink slip approximately 5 x 3.5 cm in size, with the following poem written in tiny and incredibly neat and flowing hand:

Claire Harman on the Brontes

'Pattern for coin purse', from The Brontë Society Collection

I never can forget

Tho' time may pass & Years may fly

And every hope decay and die

Tho' distant thou Yet still my heart

From love and thee can ne'er depart

I'll bless the hour when first we met

For thee I never can forget

There's a fine line between 'missing something' and over-speculating, and this small piece of paper seems to lie right on the boundary. There's no proof that Charlotte composed the verse, but it does seem very personal. Who was it addressed to? When I first saw it in the Parsonage archives, my mind rushed to answer 'Constantin Heger', the man who broke her heart, but again, that's not provable and the exercise could have been wholly conventional - a present for a female friend, even. But if it's a 'pattern for a coin purse', why inscribe a verse on it so carefully, and why keep it?  Back in its envelope in the archive, the beautifully-inscribed little poem is hanging on to its secrets.

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