If Heathcliff wore a pair of Puma trainers

The Argus reviews Withering Looks at Connaught Theatre in Worthing last Saturday.

This award winning insight into the lives and works of the Brontë sisters was 90 minutes of inspired lunacy written and performed hilariously by Sue Ryding and Maggie Fox.
Appearing in the persona of volunteers from the National Institute For Bringing History To Life Society, the two actors embarked on a lecture with enacted biographical scenes and literary extracts. None of which were remotely treated with seriousness. Arts funding cuts meant only Emily and Charlotte appeared – Anne’s absences always ingeniously explained.
The writing was full of wit and invention with performances that never ceased to hit the mark as the writers and their creations were mercilessly caricatured.
Ryding provided great comedy as she morphed into Emily, forever going over the top about the wildness of the moors. She also got plenty of laughs in the minor roles as the cook and the mysterious neighbour, Mr Moorcock – innuendoes abounded.
Leading the fun stakes was the contribution from Fox – a true droll who came over as an amalgam of Joyce Grenfell fused with Miranda Hart.
The finale was a wicked send up of MGM’s Wuthering Heights and its stars, Olivier and Merle Oberon. (Barrie Jerram)

Beware of spoilers in this recap of episode 3 of season 5 of Downton Abbey on Houston Chronicle's Gray Matters.

There is nothing better for punching up a plot line than adding exotic foreigners, and luckily, the Russians are coming, and by that I mean for tea at the big house. Rose, whom I have underestimated, has read the Brontës and taken the Russians to their home on the boring moors, and Isobel knows all about them and Tolstoy and Gogol to boot. This is Wuthering Heights foreshadowing for the two stories of romance that hover over this episode, their truths starting to unfold: Baxter's confession ("the missing element of her story") that she stole for the love of a cruel cad, and that she "embraced it," and Lady Violet's seeming connection to Igor Kuragin--another reminder that the Baxters of this world, at least so far, pay and pay and pay, and the Lady Marys of this world get a tepid lecture and room service. I know: Not. Fair. (Doni M. Wilson)

The complete dialogue is

Rose: "We're taking my Russians to Haworth to see where the Brontës lived."
Cora: "What will they make of the Brontës?"
Isobel: "Oh good things surely. Hopeless lovers wandering over a desolate moor. If it wasn't Emily Brontë, it could be Tolstoy or Gogol."

And beware of spoilers too this recap of the latest goings-on in Coronation Street in the Mirror.

There was a tortured Steve, roaming the moors like he was Heathcliff, if Heathcliff wore a pair of Puma trainers and got told off a lot by his mum. (Caroline Corcoran)

Culturamas (Spain) reviews the novel Donde no estás by Gustavo Martín Garzo.

Las casas de antes estaban llenas de grietas así. En ellas se sucedían las generaciones y sus habitaciones se poblaban de secretos; zonas como las galerías secretas de El fantasma de la ópera, como el cuarto cerrado de Barba Azul, como la habitación de la mujer loca de Jane Eyre… zonas hurtadas a la razón donde realidad y sueños, adoración y violencia se confundían. (Translation)

A peek behind the scenes at the Brontë Parsonage Museum on their Facebook page: Patrick Brontë's sheets about to be laundered and his books being checked. The Daily Geekette enters on his third week Jane Eyre readalong.