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Sunday, November 19, 2006

Sunday, November 19, 2006 1:29 pm by Cristina in , ,    No comments
The Washington Post reviews Sarah Hall's novel Haweswater:

Book lovers haunting the moors of literary fiction in search of another tryst as stirring as Wuthering Heights should embrace Sarah Hall's first novel, Haweswater. (...) Ideally, American book clubs -- preferring paperbacks and perpetually torn between the newest releases and the classics -- will discover this lush, tragic story about the obliteration of a real-life village in the Lake District. (Ron Charles)

And San Antonio Express-News reviews On Agate Hill. The novel of Lee Smith it's not the first time that appears on this blog:

"On Agate Hill" is at once familiar and compellingly original. Smith presents the chaos of the post-Civil War era so skillfully that we hardly notice
how closely Molly's story resembles that of classic heroines such as Jane Eyre
and Becky Sharp. (Pam Johnston)

On Asian Tribune we found one more example of one of the BrontëBlog rules that some day we will have to publish: Do not ever write about a landscape just after having re-read Wuthering Heights:
Fantasy begins at the Corbett’s Gap . Standing alone at the Koratuwe muduna (Corbett’s Gap as the British called it) the present southern gate to this historic village and gazing in to the open valley of Meemure on a clear morning in the month of Navam (Late February), one can witness one of the rarest scenic panorama in the world, perhaps you may experience only in your dream world. (...)

Incidentally the stunted trees and bushes around this gap, a product of the severe south westerly winds that blow through this gap from April to August, remind me of the stunted firs and the range of gaunt thorns on the Yorkshire moors mentioned in Emily Bronte’s Wuthering heights, that stretch their limbs one way craving the alms of the sun. (Sudath Gunasekara)

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