Alice in Wonderland and Lewis Carroll are the subjects of an article in
The New Yorker in which a very valid point is made:
[Lewis Carroll] was born in 1832, in the county of Cheshire, in northwest England. His father was a clergyman, but, then, whose wasn’t? Jane Austen, Tennyson, and the Brontë sisters were all the product of rectories and parsonages. (The equivalent American list would be couched in song: Aretha Franklin, Sam Cooke, Nat King Cole, and, grimly, Marvin Gaye. For the Brontës, read the Pointer Sisters.) (Anthony Lane)
ABC (Spain) asks several writers about the novel in which they would have liked to live. This is Rodrigo Fresán's answer:
Es difícil decirlo. ¿Qué elegir? ¿Confort o apasionamiento? Tal vez me inclinaría por un par de casas de naturaleza muy opuesta: la de «Cumbres borrascosas», de Emily Brontë, y la de la infancia del «Habla, memoria», de Vladimir Nabokov, entendida, esta última, como corresponde, más como novela que como memoir. (Inés Martín Rodrigo, David Morán and Sergi Doria) (Translation)
There's a high school athlete whose favourite book is now
Jane Eyre in
The Boston Globe. And more sports on
Wales Online:
I remember once writing that the Cardiff defence had ‘collapsed like a clown’s car’ and he was far from happy.
I recall too, in a move as woefully pretentious as it was a clever, using an analogy between a Cardiff match and Emily Brontë’s classic novel Wuthering Heights. Jones was perplexed. (Steve Tucker)
Terpsichore posts about the Northern Ballet's production of
Wuthering Heights.
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