Friday, April 17, 2015

Friday, April 17, 2015 9:34 am by Cristina in , , ,    No comments
According to an interview in the Daily Mail, this is what writer Rachel Joyce is currently working on.
[What book] … are you reading now?
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë because I am adapting it for BBC Radio 4.
Female First picks Cary Fukunaga's take on the novel as one of 'top 9 period film romances'.
5. Jane Eyre
Jane Eyre is one of my favourite books of all time - it is packed with romance, mystery, and two great central characters in Jane Eyre, and Edward Rochester. This is another novel that has been adapted many times, but Cary Fukunaga's version in 2011 is an absolute triumph. (...)
While Wasikowska is great as Jane - she is also an actress who is more appropriate in age than some that have gone before - it is Fassbender that just shines.
He delivers an intense performance and portrays this flawed man beautifully. Fassbender and Wasikowska sizzle as their relationship blossoms... before disaster.
Jane Eyre is a sweeping romance and while we may have seen it many times before, Fukunaga has really given this story new life. (Helen Earnshaw)
While The National (Scotland) sums up the same film while comparing it to the 1997 one. (Beware of spoilers of Game of Thrones too!)
JANE EYRE, BBC2, 8.30pm
Ciarán Hinds has been in the news recently, following his onscreen fiery death in Game Of Thrones and the news that he’s to join the second series of the BBC’s Shetland. Despite his impressive acting credits, Ciarán Hinds is best known to me for his role as Mr Rochester in a 1997 ITV production of Jane Eyre. He’s the only actor who has ever captured sulky, arrogant, proud Rochester to perfection.
Unfortunately, this broadcast is a different version of Jane Eyre, with Michael Fassbender playing Mr Rochester, but it’s still worth watching.
Based on Charlotte Brontë’s magnificent novel, it tells the story of Jane, an orphan who’s treated terribly by her aunt and even worse in the harsh religious school she’s sent to. When she reaches 18, she’s free to escape and make her own life, finding a job as governess to a little French girl in the bleak and isolated Thornfield Hall. The house is owned by the mysterious Mr Rochester who is never at home, so who is it that Jane hears wandering the corridors at night?
What a magnificent story it is – though I still urge you to seek out the Ciarán Hinds performance. He’s the only Rochester for me! (Julie McDowall)
Personally though, Ciáran Hinds is one of our least-liked Rochesters.

And speaking of Game of Thrones (beware of spoilers again!), The Concourse recaps episodes 2, 3 and 4 of the current season. You have to be a fan to understand - and be spoiled by - the following:
CUT RIGHT TO SANSA. HOLY SHIT IS THIS REAL??? This is very different from the books, where Roose gets a bootleg Arya (it's Jeyne Poole, I think, unless that's a character from an Emily Brontë novel and her name is something else) and Sansa is (per a nerd Wiki, because I skimmed A Dance With Dragons, which sucks) hahahaha still in the Vale. (Kyle Wagner)
Relationship advice on Vice:
6. Getting into a relationship with someone else who you don't even like and pretending that new person is the fantasy person while you are having sex with them
Relationship experts say that fantasizing about one person while fucking another person is natural and normal. But it's one thing to fantasize about someone you've never had feelings for, and it's another to be re-enacting Wuthering Heights in your head with an old lover while fucking a totally new lover. For me this has only resulted in crying during sex. And not in a good way. (So Sad Today)
This columnist from Rockwall County Herald Banner is apparently 'obsessed' with the book itself.
In one of the bookstores, we found an interesting copy of “Wuthering Heights.” Neither of us had seen it before — which may become clearer when I explain my small obsession with the book.
I first read it when I was a senior in high school. That copy is annotated and highlighted, bent and torn and thoroughly read. But like every good book I’ve read, the annotations slowly disappear the nearer to the end. I credit WH with my fascination with literature. That same year — but only after reading WH — I read “Jane Eyre,” “The Awakening” and “Persuasion.” [...]
And soon I somehow ended up with another copy. This one was from a used bookstore. It’s older — published in 1959. The front cover features Heathcliff and Catherine in front of a frightening tree, the entire image framed in mustard yellow. The pages are also yellow, but the yellow is from age, not intentional ink.
I’m not sure where or when I bought the next copy — only that I bought it after the 1959 issue and before the 2012 — which I didn’t buy in 2012. This copy is from 1989. It’s a hardback with a fraying paper cover I had to tape together on the spine. I’ve never written inside it.
The 2012 copy is a “pocket” book. It’s strangely small, strangely stiff for a paperback and contains teeny tiny print. If I’m being honest, I haven’t actually read this edition. It just floats around my room, car or purse in case I need reading material.
The most recent copy is also from 2012. It also has the most adorable cover art I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really fit the dark and gloomy character of the book, but I am giving the artist props for only using blue, the saddest of sad colors.
So in total, I have five copies of WH.
I didn’t realize I had so many copies — or such a hoarding problem — until I was checking out at the little bookstore in Santa Fe. The woman who owned the store was checking me out and she was obviously a book lover. She remarked on the cover art, too, but also asked if I’d read the book. I admitted that I had, and — somewhat reluctantly — that I already owned a few copies.
I realized I might have too many when I couldn’t tell her if I had three copies or four.
Did I mention that book was the first thing I bought in Santa Fe? No? [...]
But back to my small collection of WH books. Three out of the five are used and two out of those three are the oldest, with yellowing, torn pages that have grown thick from memories lost between the pages. They were read before I found them and will continue to be read until — maybe — I continue the cycle and someone else picks those books up in a used bookstore — even more torn and yellow and thicker than when they came to me. (Anne Fox)
In The Telegraph and Argus, local writer Robert Swindells encourages people not to keep their talents hidden away.
“The ability to write creatively is a talent that many of those who possess it like to keep secret. It’s a hidden talent, and there is a long tradition of children sitting at home, scribbling stories or poems on bits of paper which they then squirrel away, reading them only to themselves,” he said.
"Four of the Brontë children were secret scribblers. So were Jane Austen, Rosemary Sutcliffe and many more we’ll never know about because they lived and died without ever displaying their gift. to be able to express ourselves clearly in writing is a valuable accomplishment, one which will serve us well all our lives." posts about Jane Eyre. 


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