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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Saturday, March 10, 2007 12:33 pm by M. in , , ,    No comments
Some tiny Brontë mentions in the press today:

The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette theater critic, Christopher Rawson, is visiting London and publishes a journal of his visit. Yesterday, he was in the National Portrait Gallery, where of course he saw the Pillar Portrait :
After a quick visit to the Victorian writers, especially that primitive, haunting portrait of the three Bronte sisters with the looming non-presence of their brother, for whom they denied themselves so much, I abandoned my group right at the start of the 20th century, and we went our separate ways.
Well, the denying part is certainly arguable, but the haunting one is not. If you want to see the looming non-presence of Branwell reappearing, check this old post of ours.

We read in the San Jose Mercury News how Emily Brontë is used as an estate agent:
Sitting in an established Willow Glen neighborhood with other trim and tidy houses, this Tudor-style home evokes the feeling of a country manor in Merrie Olde England - a place where Emily Bronte might have lived while penning Wuthering Heights more than 150 years ago. I say "penning" advisedly because this was, of course, the mid-1800s, long before the laptop displaced the keyhole desk and quill pen. Bronte might have been momentarily confused by the high-tech conveniences such as the gourmet kitchen with stainless appliances, a home theater, and the outside kitchen with a built-in fireplace, grill and refrigerator. But she was bright; she would have figured it out.
She was bright, no question about it... but we don't know if a country manor in Merrie Olde England is a good description for Wuthering Heights.

And finally, we don't know if CheekyMah read our post yesterday about Jane Austen, but she posts a letter to Charlotte Brontë where... well:
(...)I am writing this in response to your ill-fated attempt to criticize Jane Austen. (...) You, madam, cannot write nearly as well as my beloved Austen - so can it with the criticism!
Poor Charlotte, first a slag... and now this :P.

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