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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Tuesday, April 03, 2007 3:36 pm by M. in , , , ,    No comments
Jane Eyre has been read under many lens: romantic, feminist, psychoanalytical, Marxist, Gothic, a fairy tale, a detective novel... you name it. USA Today classifies it as an insider/workplace novel:
Long before Prada or the 2002 best seller, The Nanny Dairies by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus, two former Manhattan nannies, there was Jane Eyre, about a governess, written by Charlotte Brontë, a former governess. (Bob Minzesheimer)
Beth Millbank reports in The News & Observer how she and her husband got lost in the Yorkshire moors. Wuthering Heights comes to mind, of course:
When we weren't wandering around aimlessly in the car, we spent a lot of time wandering aimlessly on the moors. We'd go out for a walk, get hopelessly lost in the first 15 minutes and spend the next two hours trying to find our way back to where we started. I felt like Cathy in "Wuthering Heights," except that I wasn't shouting Heathcliff and what I was shouting isn't fit for a family newspaper.
Spanish writer Susana Tamayo is a new Brontëite to be included in our ranks. This interview on Colectivo Harte confirms it:
What are your influences?
I like very much the 19th Century English literature, the famous Brontë sisters and Jane Austen. Miguel Delibes, Rabindranath Tagore, Bécquer, Miguel Hernández, Juan Ramón Jiménez…
Finally we highlight this brief comment on Emily Brontë's poem No Coward Soul is Mine published on Bobbo's Literary Journal:
What a great poem on which to end! She tackles an issue with which I struggle with such confidence and precision. She even uses my favorite rhyme scheme. I wish I had a chance to date Ms. Bronte. I always consider it a great feat when one is able to fit a big idea into a small confine and still make it explode off the page. For some reason this poem strikes me as some sort of meditation.
We cannot agree more.

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