The Telegraph, on an article about technology and gadgets, uses Wuthering Heights as an example of what eReaders might come to:
And I admit I'm intrigued by Sony Readers, Kindles and the soon-to-launch iPad, because books are a problem for me on trips. If I take a stack I never do any reading, but if I don't take any I pace around miserably, yearning for a good thriller. I'd still prefer a book that I could read in direct sunlight and take on a Li-lo and not have to recharge: I'm just saying that I am not 100 per cent averse to the idea. They'll get you somehow, though: I bet as you scroll feverishly past "Heathcliff! It's me, Cathy!" a pop-up will appear offering used copies of Wuthering Heights for 54p or Kate Bush's greatest hits on Amazon. (Sophie Campbell)
Only, you see, it's a good thing that such a pop-up will appear because it will alert you to the fact that you are actually reading the lyrics to Kate Bush's song, not the actual novel, where those words are never exactly said.
Another reference to Wuthering Heights in today's
Telegraph, crediting Gordon Brown's wife for his successful conversion into a Brontë character (one of the many he is, you know):
Then Sarah Macaulay came along. She was nice, normal and bright. And if SHE liked him, Gordon couldn’t be such a hopeless case. He was suddenly brooding, not weird; interesting, not suspect. In short, he went from Heath to Heathcliff, from unelectable to PM. (Cristina Odone)
More Wuthering Heights, as
Anglotopia cites an apt example of its timelessness:
In 1939 the head of the film studio making Wuthering Heights had the director change the time of the story from the early to the late 19th century because he didn’t like Merle Oberon in Regency dress. While this is crazy, the silhouette of that era being flattering to almost every figure, it says something about the source material – that you can take Emily Bronte out of time, as long as you don’t take her out of the Moors. (Lynda Fitzgerald)
The Vancouver Sun reviews the film
A Shine of Rainbows:
[Aidan] Quinn seems to do little else for the first half of the movie, as he scowls up a storm for young Tomas, and, truth be told, it's a bit B-movie horror-- or worse, a boyish bastardization of the Brontes. (Katherine Monk)
On the blogosphere,
Pages of the Mind posts briefly about Wuthering Heights and
Head Honchos writes about Haworth and includes a couple of pictures.
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