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Monday, January 26, 2015

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BBC News and many others report that the Brontës' dining room table is going home.
A table at which the Brontë sisters wrote has been brought back to the family home in Yorkshire after being purchased with a grant of £580,000.
The Brontë Society at Haworth said the table was a "most evocative" 19th Century literary artefact.
It was sold along with other household effects from the Brontë Parsonage after the death of Patrick Brontë in 1861.
The mahogany drop-leaf table's purchase came after a grant from the National Heritage Memorial Fund (NHMF).
Ann Dinsdale, collections manager at the Haworth Parsonage, said "It is one of the most important literary artefacts of the 19th Century."
Among the novels written by the sisters in the parsonage were Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights, Charlotte's Jane Eyre and Anne's The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.
The table has ink blots, a large candle burn and a letter E carved into its surface.
Others relaying the news are: The Telegraph (illustrated with an alleged  and quite contested so-called Brontë portrait) , The Yorkshire Post, The Telegraph and Argus, etc.

An article on snowdrops in the Daily Mail recalls that,
On her wedding day, the novelist Charlotte Brontë was described as looking like a snowdrop — appropriate for the writer who appeared so demure but whose heroines such as Jane Eyre were decidedly not. (Sarah Foot)
Página 12 (Argentina) features the book Cartas extraordinarias by María Negroni where she
elige a los que más y mejor han echado raíces en su propio planeta literario: Emilio Salgari, Jules Verne, Lewis Carroll, Charlotte Brontë, entre otros. ¿Hace falta decir que muchos de estos nombres venían reincidiendo en la obra de Negroni desde, por lo menos, Museo negro? La infancia, se sabe, es el país de las heridas y los amores que nos definen, y a los que regresamos recurrentemente.
Para reflexionar sobre y con estos autores, Negroni escribe una carta, que en la mayoría de los casos ficcionaliza la voz del autor mismo. A veces las cartas se dirigen a una persona importante del entorno b (Mariana Amato) (Translation)
iográfico del escritor; otras veces se dirigen a un personaje de su autoría (o al revés, un personaje le escribe al autor), y en otras ocasiones el escritor se dirige a otro artista, con quien puede o no haber tenido contacto en su vida real. Es decir, las cartas entretejen ficción y biografía para mejor indagar en los diálogos visibles e invisibles que una obra entabló con su tiempo y con otras obras.
While The Guardian reviews Rego Retold: Poems in Response to Works by Paula Rego by Owen Lowery, which includes the following poem:

Mr Rochester

by Owen Lowery

A forthcoming, from its pool of shadows up
by angles of covered bone, to her knowing
it would happen on a day like this, the supple

terror of a horse’s eye holding her. She slows
to the scream of being locked in the Red Room
with its reek of dying flowers, throwing

herself at the door with horror assuming
form behind her. Or not her recent uncle
at all, but the girl from school she warmed the tomb

for in the morning, she lay beside for as long
as it took for her to fade. The dark mass
of a horse balances and shies, hung

both with reins and their froth, sees her dazzled
to a stand-off. It’s the gloom’s rider who’ll crack
the silence first with his anger’s elastic

submission. To which she’ll fling a coolness back
at least as soft and hard as his, then hear him
sliding towards the relative distraction

of another scenario they’ll have shared
by the time they reach their destination, paths
leading to Thornfield Hall. It’s easy once the gears

click them more alive than standing for the halves
of the same mountain. He, in particular,
fixed to his finding her an evening after

she dreamt him there, looking down fro the flicker
of a blasted tree, from his top-hat’s coal-seam
and answer in his boots, his whip-hand’s friction.

Romancing History continues posting about Jane Eyre.

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