A columnist from
The Herald (Scotland) is vehemently against sequels, prequels, etc. based on another author's work:
You would think that writers who have slogged hard all their lives might be allowed to rest in peace once they have died.
But sadly, that is not the case. Not only have some of the greatest novelists of the 19th century had their literary graves robbed for sequels, prequels and rewrites - Jane Austen, Robert Louis Stevenson and Charlotte Brontë among them - but a few of the most popular and prolific of last century's novelists are now victims of this bodysnatching trade.
A couple of hotel recommendations have cropped up in today's news round. The
Irish Examiner on The Ace Hotel in Shoreditch, London:
The hotel may not appeal to every taste. The bedrooms are prison chic minimal, with props for sale throughout — impractical enamel mugs (too hot to hold when drinking tea), a hard-backed copy of Lolita or Wuthering Heights; a grey Ikea-like plastic box full of Pot Noodles; crisps and condoms; a wall-mounted pencil sharpener and grey sweat-shirt robes. The futon-like beds in our large triple room are very comfortable, but the Perspex windows don’t open and the air is slightly stale inside. (Claire Droney)
A more traditional take would seem to be the Merewood Country House Hotel in Windermere in the Lake District, as recommended by the
Chorley Guardian.
It would be easy to pick up a book from the many stocked shelves - the rooms of this hotel are themed around famous writers, including Shakespeare, Brontë and Tennyson, the latter where we resided for the night. (Natalie Walker)
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