Reader, pick any Bronte. Any one, doesn't matter. What do you see? You see intelligence, you see an observer, you see distance, you don't see beauty. Look at Maria Edgeworth, Mrs Gaskell. Look at Edith Wharton, she's Henry James in a dress. Henry called Edith the Angel of Devastation, which is not exactly Top Score in the Feminine Charms department. Agatha Christie is a perfect match for Alastair Sim when he was playing Miss Fritton in the Tesco box-set of the old St Trinian's. You can't be beautiful and a writer, because to be a writer you have to be the one doing the looking; if