Walking Phallic Symbol loves Valencia Instagram Filter

BT picks some short walks, including Top Withins and the Brontë Bridge from Haworth:

The Moors of Wuthering Heights and the family home of the Brontës are right here in the gorgeous little town of Haworth. And you want a taste of the tragic yet inspiring lives of the Brontë family, this is the walk for you.
Park in the car park close to the Brontë Parsonage and make your way to the church and take the path that runs to its right to pass the Parsonage Museum. Follow the path signed to Haworth Moor which leads you onto a road. Turn left along the road and bear left at the first junction. (...)
The ruined farmhouse of Top Withins is said by some to be the actual Wuthering Heights but this is strongly disputed by experts. The scenery is superb and although most people turn back for Haworth at this point it is worth pressing on for another half mile or so to reach the relative solitude of the less visited moors beyond the ruins.
From High Withins retrace your route towards Haworth for about 200m and fork right along a path that heads in the direction of the Brontë Falls. The path descends through moorland with a stream to on your right.
Follow the signs for the Falls, crossing a number of walls over stiles. Reaching a kissing-gate, join the Brontë Way and descend to the Brontë bridge and falls. Reputed to be where the Brontë sisters spent some time the retrospective view is superb. (Emma Lazenby)

The Independent talks about QuickLit and imagines what could be Jane Eyre's high concept (à la Hollywood) in Twitter times:

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë: Plain virgin governess & chronic victim falls for walking phallic symbol with mad arsonist wife in attic and flash g/f in sitting-room. But e/thing okay when he goes blind. #spoiler #toolate (John Walsh)

After being accepted, Charlotte will have to write Jane Eyre not forgetting that mobiles could change substantially the plot. The Huffington Post gives details:

Jane Eyre
After being cyber-bullied through her adolescence, Jane has finally made a life for herself. She’s got a pretty stable job as a public school teacher -- tenure whaaaat? -- and her landlord, Ed, might seem a little cold and standoffish, but he’s become a pretty great pal. OK, so Jane has a huge crush on him. And sometimes she feels like he MUST be flirting with her, in that mean way guys do when they don’t know how to have adult relationships. But when she creeps his Instagram, she sees endless photos of him out clubbing with models, buying bottle service and taking cuddly selfies with one particular chick who seems to keep showing up in the comments to say things like “lol we r just too cute *kissy face*."
Jane tries to start her own Instagram to build up her self-esteem, but it only makes her feel more self-conscious about her appearance. If the Valencia filter can’t make her as cute as “blanchedbabe47,” what even is the point? Ed, who’s a bit over the whole Instagram party scene, bares his soul to Jane one day: He’s been secretly pining for her ever since she moved in! She’s blissfully happy. Plus, they already live together! Then, Jane sees a text on Ed’s phone while he’s making tacos for their "Hoarders" marathon. From his wife. Yes, Ed actually had his wife saved as “Wifey” in his phone (blech). He tries to deny it, but soon admits that yes, he has a wife, and a second home -- but it’s totally okay because his wife, blanchedbabe47, is a crazy bitch and he just wants Jane! Who nopes right on out of there, because she’s a smart girl.
She moves in with some sweet girls across town, even dates their brother John for a while, but there’s just no spark. Deep down, she still misses Ed, but come on, “my wife is a bitch” is the oldest excuse in the book. Months later, her phone vibrates. It’s a text from Ed. “Jane, I miss you,” it says. “I got a divorce. Please give me another chance.” Once she used public records to verify his divorce online, Jane decided to give things another shot. Reader, she married him, and thereafter checked Ashley Madison every month to make sure he was behaving. (Claire Fallon)

The Stage reviews the ChapterHouse outdoor touring production of Jane Eyre:

Laura Turner’s adaptation of of Charlotte Brontë’s romantic epic is given the Chapterhouse treatment, truncating the narrative without losing the power and purpose of the original novel. Turner avoids long conversations and monologues (although the ones that remain therefore have an added poignancy).
And Rebecca Gadsby’s direction takes us at a brisk pace through the narrative but without seeming overly hasty. She exhibits great clarity with excellent use of the small stage to depict such a vast tale. Pearl Constance’s costumes add to the authentic historical accuracy of the production; while Eliza Jade’s Jane is perfectly performed with a thick Yorkshire dialect throughout, as if at home in the Haworth moorlands. (...) (Rich Evons)

The Newcastle Chronicle celebrates the 45th anniversary of the shooting of the film Get Carter quoting a 1970 interview to Michael Caine:

“I had never witnessed misery like this in my own country,” Caine remarked after shooting on location in Newcastle. “It was like Charles Dickens meets Emily Brontë, written by Edgar Wallace.” (David Morton)

Bustle now lists feminist names for baby boys:

Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell were the pseudonyms used by the Brontë sisters (Charlotte, Emily, and Anne) when they published their novels and poetry in the 1840s and 50s. Charlotte Brontë is particularly famous for introducing the world to one of the most fascinating, complex women in literature in the form of Jane Eyre; Emily Brontë is most famous for her wild, fascinating novel Wuthering Heights; and Anne Brontë, who is less well-known than her incredibly famous sisters, shocked readers in the late 1840s when she wrote explicitly about domestic abuse and the injustice of marriage laws that stripped women of their independence, ability to own property, or gain custody of their children in The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. (Lara Rutherford-Morrison)

On Chortle, Alice Winn talks about women on the improv scene:

There is a huge amount of pressure on women to be not only successful, but crucially, attractively successful. The idea of being ugly on a stage, in front of an audience, is the antithesis of what most women are taught—note (as Mallory Ortberg points out) that even when casting famously ugly or plain characters in films like Jane Eyre, beautiful women are chosen and made a little plainer.

SoFeminine selects 'literary loves we wish they were real'

Edward Rochester - Jane Eyre
The book might mention that he isn't particularly handsome, but honestly we refuse to believe it. His and Jane Eyre's love is of a shared soul, which is very sweet, but in a movie adaptation he's played by Michael Fassbender so it can't ALL be about the personality, right? (We realise we're terrible people). (Emmy Griffiths)

The Guardian discusses the possibility that HBO is planning a remake of All Creatures Great and Small with sarcasm:

Don’t say: Maybe the Brontës can come visit! SJP as Charlotte, Kim Cattrall as Emily and Cynthia Nixon as Anne! Awesome! Let’s roll!

The Boston Globe talks about the evolution of the network Lifetime:

Of course, that’s trotting Lifetime’s shiniest ponies in a row, and they still pool a large portion of their efforts into the original movie genre that airs the likes of the alarmingly real Wuthering High School , a contemporary remake of Emily Brontë’s classic ... in Malibu. (Rachel Raczka)

Los Angeles Magazine interviews the minds behind the perfumerie Regime des Fleurs:

How do you go about translating a specific historical, visual reference (i.e. a Paul Gaugin painting) into scent form? [Alia] Raza: We do everything we can, from making moodboards to watching specific movies and listening to certain music to put us into a particular space. We’ll talk about [the concept], nonstop, for days or weeks. I’ll say, ‘If we’re going to make this tropical jungle floral scent, we have to read excerpts from Wide Sargasso Sea, because the whole book is so feverish and humid it’s like the smell of gardenias,” and then Ezra might say, “You know what that reminds me of?” and he’ll tell me about a couture collection from 40 years ago. And these images or discussions or movies or books remind us of certain ingredients and smells. And then we start creating a formula. Each scent gets adjusted many, many times. (Alexandra Malmed)

Kashmir Life visits a leprosy colony in Bahrar:

Tanveer, 19, student at Amar Singh College is often seen with a book. He is the lover of English literature. His father Shareef Din and his mother Zareefa are the patients. He wants to do Phd in literature and talks confidently about the history of the place where he has been since childhood. Tanveer loves to read books. (...) Leprosy is not communicable disease but earlier it was considered to be. See my hands, everything is fine with me,” says Tanveer flashing a half read Jane Eyre book in his hands.

Terrafemina (France) on fan fiction:

Enfin, pour elle comme pour Sébastien François, il faut aussi peut-être arrêter de décrier la fanfiction et les romans qui en découlent. Ces histoires ne seraient au final rien de plus que des relectures des grands classiques de la littérature romantique du 19e siècle (Jane Austen, les soeurs Brontë...). (Anaïs Orieul) (Translation)

The Brontë Parsonage Blog reviews The Brontë Cabinet; also on the same blog a curious entry with a poem (author unknown) inspired by the Stonegappe House governess experience of Charlotte Brontë in 1839; The Book Bunnies posts about Shaggy Muses by Maureen Adams; Plain Old Maria Jane uploads a painting inspired by Jane Eyre.