Christmas Lunch and Entertainment 2016 - The annual Brontë Group Christmas Lunch took place last Saturday, 3 December. Around 40 members turned up to enjoy a three-course meal, drinks and entertai...
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Everyone here is touched by a passion that might turn to madness. Madeleine Worrall’s terrific, fervent Jane is no pinched little waif. She is sturdy and strong-minded. Yet at her most vulnerable, she looks the picture of theatrical derangement, swinging from a ladder, with wild Medusa hair. Felix Hayes’s Rochester, energetic, bass-voiced, unravelling in a surprising dressing gown, might well have been locked up were he not male and rich. As Rochester’s ward, Laura Elphinstone scampers about, endearing but alarming, as if blown in from a wuthering height. Craig Edwards, captivating as Rochester’s dog, bounds around, thumping a cord as his tail, suddenly flopping down full-length: barking.LouReviews posts about the production too.
Time and again, a description is translated into colour, movement and feeling. Jane’s veil billows out, ludicrously long, peculiarly shiny, looking like ectoplasm; then, like her wedding ceremony, it is abruptly severed. Is this what it would be to read the novel with synaesthesia? (Susannah Clapp)
there really should be an industry-wide moratorium on Austen and the Brontës, Hardy and Dickens. (Jasper Rees)
7. 'I don't know why we had a divorce: we'd roll and fall in brie'
Bertha Mason's take on the opening lines of "Wuthering Heights", by Kate Bush ("Out on the wiley, windy moors/ We'd roll and fall in green") (John Rentoul)
Quién no ha leído Cumbres Borrascosas (Victoria Cirlot conectó a Brontë con los místicos) . . . (M. Elena Vallés) (Translation)