Wednesday, July 29, 2015

The Daily Express lists curiosities about tigers (today is, apparently, International Tiger Day). Including a Brontë reference:
5. Charlotte Brontë, author of Jane Eyre, had a cat called Tiger. (William Hartston)
The Telegraph makes a case for Agatha Christie's Devon:
With Emily Brontë, it’s easy. You tick off Wuthering Heights and Haworth. With Jane Austen, there’s Chawton and Bath. Even Dickens’s ghost is easy to locate in and around London.
But to pay homage to Agatha Christie, where do you go? (Chris Moss)
The Independent explores the works of the novelist Shirley Jackson:
Much of the golden thread of Gothic and uncanny fiction in English passes through a female line – from Mary Shelley and Charlotte Brontë to Daphne du Maurier, Angela Carter, Susan Hill and Donna Tartt. But Jackson, more than most of her sisters in mystery, lived in and through the vast abyss between untamed imagination and domestic routine. (Boyd Tonkin)
Jezebel is not so much exploring but obsessed with the works of Mary Stewart:
Then there are all the literary touches. Nine Coaches Waiting might as well be titled Jane Eyre, But If It Was in France, With More Attempted Murder. This Rough Magic, set on Corfu, is practically a tribute to The Tempest. Every chapter in her books begins with some quote from literature. (Kelly Faircloth
Flagpole (Athens, Georgia) publishes a profiel of the new director of the local library:
She now owns a Nook and counts among her favorite works Jane Eyre and Their Eyes Were Watching God, plus the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon. (Rebecca McCarthy)
Camille Paglia is interviewed on Salon. She says a couple of controversial things about Hillary Clinton:
Fifteen years later, that’s still the sad role left for her to play. (David Daley)
Yes, it’s like something out of “Wuthering Heights” or “Great Expectations”–some Victorian novel, where a woman turns into this mourning widow who mopes on and on over a man who abused or abandoned her. Hillary has a lot to answer for, because she took an antagonistic and demeaning position toward her husband’s accusers. So it’s hard for me to understand how the generation of Lena Dunham would or could tolerate the actual facts of Hillary’s history.
Francine Prose tries to answer an impossible question (what is canon and who should be in there) in The New York Times:
I do think that there are works that everyone should read because they tell us who we are as human beings living in history. I would start with the Bible, the “Odyssey” and the “Iliad,” the works of Sophocles, Chaucer, Shakespeare. I think everyone should read “David Copperfield,” “Middlemarch,” “Wuthering Heights,” the essays of Virginia Woolf, not only because they will — by a sort of osmosis — improve one’s prose style, but because they can also sharpen one’s ability to think logically, to follow an argument and understand a complex sentence.
The Los Angeles Review of Books reviews The Antinomies of Realism by Fredric Jameson:
“Motivation” names, for instance, the entire gamut of Marxism’s relation to the working class. It is something we should not lose, whether in the sense of an entirely de-motivated, lazy affectlessness, or in the sense of demographically automatic “studies show ...” explanations. But motivation was also the achievement and domain of realism. Why does Isabel Archer go back to Rome and her toxic marriage to Osmond at the end of The Portrait of a Lady? Why does Heathcliff, so virile and menacing, fade into a crepuscular shade in Wuthering Heights?  (Ben Parker)
Forbes India has an article about something totally unusal (irony intended): writers with just one novel:
Emily Brontë
Writing under the pen name Ellis Bell, Emily Brontë was the third of four siblings. Her novel Wuthering Heights, which was published in 1847, led many to believe that it was written by a man, given its powerful language, imagery and sexual passion. Brontë died in 1848, and though it was believed that she was working on a second novel, its manuscript was never found. (Jasodhara Banerjee)
Consequence of Sound talks about a Titus Andronicus opera rock project:
Literature tells us that human suffering knows no bounds. We read Plath’s The Bell Jar, Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Brontë’s Villette and come face to face with Orpheus-like characters using art as a means to negate pain. (Lior Phillips)
What your literary crushes says about your taste in men? Elite Daily unveils the enigma:
Mr. Rochester is basically the dude with more skeletons in his closet than ties. He’s the kind of guy you date for six months without knowing his last name, occupation or hometown. But let’s be honest, it doesn’t matter because he’s hot as hell and the sex is unbeatable.
Tread lightly — trying to weed out information from him will leave you with even more questions, like why he always keeps the guest bedroom door locked. Also, be wary of his crazy-as-f*ck ex. (Izabella Zayndenberg)
China Daily briefly mentions the Patrick De Bana Jane Eyre choreography for the Shanghai Ballet:
He's no stranger to Shanghai Ballet, which invited him to create a dance-theater productionof Jane Eyre in 2012. The result: a particularly impressive presentation of Bertha, the madwife of Rochester, Jane's employer and lover, in the course of the dramatic entanglementbetween the three lead characters. (Zhang Kun)
Judith Barrow interviews the writer Carol Lovekin:
Who are your favorite authors and what is it that you love about their work?
(...) Dodie Smith’s I Capture the Castle has the best fictional opening line ever and I reread Jane Eyre every few years.
El Periódico (Spain) recommends summer reading:
Un clásico para recuperar
Jane Eyre, de Charlotte Brontë. Cuando encuentro a una chica muy lectora de 13 o 14 años y que ya ha agotado todos los libros de fantasía que hay en el mercado lo recomiendo y en el 75% de los casos tengo éxito. (Xon Pagès) (Translation)
Siglo XXI (Spain) interviews the writer Teresa Viejo:
En la manera tuya de narrar, ¿sientes que se esconde algo de realismo mágico? (Herme Cerezo)
Un comentario de este tipo me abruma. Yo no busco ese efecto, lo digo con la mano en el corazón. El lenguaje me sale así porque soy una persona que he leído mucho y, si no has leído, no puedes tener un estilo propio. Durante mis veranos, mi única ocupación era leer. Leía cuatro libros a la semana y por mis manos pasaron las colecciones enteras de los Cinco o de Agatha Christie y muchos otros títulos como ‘Cumbres borrascosas’. (Translation)
Mia Wasikowska made a "quietly potent impression" as Jane Eyre in the 2011 film according to Ken Eisner on Georgia Straight; this reader of the Darlington & Stockton Times visited Norton Conyers and shares his opinion.


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