Remember me to one who lives there

The Scarborough Evening News has an article on Stuart and Rosie Larner, a local couple who have just published 'a book which celebrates the town in modern sea songs which are appealing for talented vocalists to help perform them'. Surely you know which one of the songs is about:

... and the third [song] is about Anne Bronte and is sung to the tune of “Scarborough Fair.”
Mr Larner said: “It is a moving song about her life and last days in Scarborough. Her soul is seen as carried up by the sea-spray to be united with the souls of her family over the moors above Haworth.” (Kirsty Beever)

It does sound interesting.

And now let's take a look at the Brontë side of the blogosphere. The Reader Magazine writes about that controversial poem, Stanzas, whose authorship is not conclusive to this day.

It is vivid in its evocation of the atmospheric landscape of the moors, which are the centre of her thoughts and the place of her inspiration.
There is, however, some doubt as to whether Emily did indeed write this poem; that it should probably be ascribed to Charlotte. Yet Emily’s poetic work, like Wuthering Heights, so often evokes the moorland scenery that surrounds her - something she was more intensely attached to, and concerned with, than her sisters - this poem is no exception. Surely it was Emily? We’ll never know. (Jen Tomkins)

You can read the poem on below the main article and get more information on this previous post.

Reading, Writing, Working, Playing highlights an extract from Elizabeth Gaskell's Life of Charlotte Brontë and discusses whether Charlotte Brontë had a sense of humour. She thinks not, but we beg to disagree. Handful of Sand is not thrilled with Wuthering Heights.

Frisbee posts about Elizabeth Taylor's A Game of Hide and Seek and finishes the post with the following:

Elizabeth Bowen (yes, my Elizabeth!) reviewed it, “Soberly speaking, however, it is not too much to say that A Game of Hide-and-Seek has something of the lucid delicacies of Persuasion, together with, at moments, more than a touch of the fiery-icy strangeness of Wuthering Heights.”

Tempting.

Categories: Anne Brontë, Books, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, Music, Poetry, Wuthering Heights