Favorite authors hold a special place in our hearts. Whether you fell in love with their stories in your childhood or with their prose as an adult, certain favorite authors will always be cherished in your memories. But being one of your favorite authors doesn’t mean these writers live everyday lives like you and me. Check out these weirdo lives of your favorite authors, some of which are still alive.
The Bard gave us classics like “Hamlet,” “Romeo and Juliet,” and “King Lear.” We will be eternally grateful. Alas, Shakespeare live a weirdo life that leaves us wondering who he really was. Some even question whether he actually penned the plays for which he is credited.
Shakespeare was married at the tender age of 18, to a farmer’s daughter eight years his senior. Anne Hathaway bore three children, at which point Shakespeare hightailed it to parts unknown. These “lost years,” as they’ve come to be known, bear little knowledge about what Shakespeare was up to. When he resurfaced in London, he called himself an actor. While his acting abilities were questionable, his penchant for playwriting was held in the highest regard. Meanwhile, Anne held down the fort at home in Stratford, making do with brief annual visits from William. Anon, when he had finally made his fortune years later, Shakespeare built a mansion in Stratford and lived out the rest of his days as a gentleman with his dutiful wife by his side.
Dan Brown’s name may be less well known, but you’ll instantly recognize the names of his books and films, “Inferno,” “The DaVinci Code,” and “Angels and Demons.”
Mr. Brown’s private life is just as intriguing as the mysteries he brings to light in his tomes. As a youngster fresh out of prep school at Phillips Exeter Academy in Exeter, New Hampshire, Brown pursued a singing career. (Copies of his CDs can still be had online.) After a brief period teaching, Brown turned his passion for mystery into a lucrative writing career. As the money poured in, Dan Brown returned to his favorite state and decided to build himself a pseudo-castle in Rye, in the seacoast area of New Hampshire. The walled estate is lined with poplar trees and wrought iron, and the home’s façade has a gothic look. Inside, more intrigue is around every corner. The house has numerous hidden doors and secret passageways. As passionate about his health as he is about decoding the mysteries of the past, Dan Brown takes hourly breaks from writing to hang upside down for ten minutes on his inversion table.
Hans Christian Anderson
One of your favorite authors is likely Hans Christian Anderson, writer of children’s books, “The Ugly Duckling,” “The Emperor’s New Clothes,” and “Thumbelina,” among others.
But did you know that Hans Christian Anderson never really grew up? He exhibited many classic signs of being emotionally stunted. An ardent nature lover, he hugged trees to show his love. He was very unsure of himself, and often made gaffes in his efforts to please others. Hans spent his free time cutting people and designs in paper, delighting the neighborhood children. Finally, he dressed like a child, stuffing newspapers in his shoes to make them fit more snugly. Afternoons were spent lying on the sofa in the sun wearing brightly colored dressing gowns and slippers. Love eluded Hans, although he had a course of infatuations with women who were either already dead or who would have nothing to do with him. Hans Christian Anderson’s biggest fear was that he would be buried alive. He slept with a sign next to his bedside that read, “I am not really dead.” By the time of his actual death at the age of 70, he was already a beloved writer known for his children’s books.
The Bronte Sisters
The Bronte sisters gave us “Jane Eyre,” Wuthering Heights,” among others. Emily and Charlotte Bronte were about as close as two sisters can get without jumping into each other’s skins. And they also lived weirdo lives.
Emily rarely spoke. As she moved about the family home on the English moors, she would avert her eyes, grab a book and disappear like a mouse. In fact, Emily cared for animals more than any human, except for Charlotte. For her part, Charlotte lived out her days in the house with their father, who never spoke to his children. Charlotte avoided marriage for years, until a persistent suitor won her pity. After that, Charlotte never wrote another word until her death just nine months later at the age of 38.