Throwing Jane Eyre across the room

The Guardian interviews the film director Francis Lee (God's Own Country):

At least, it would be ringing off the hook if anyone could get through. Lee, 48, lives in a wooden hut on the side of a hill near Haworth in the Pennines – Brontë country. “The mobile phone reception is nonexistent and I don’t have internet,” he says. So where does he go to pick up emails from big-shot Hollywood agents? Lee chuckles. “Keighley library. I’m a big fan of libraries. Or I go round to my dad’s. He’s 10 minutes away.” (Cath Clarke)

Pacific Standard discusses the gender bias in The New York Times' book reviews:

Though the Brontë sisters are among the most celebrated writers of the 19th century, their lives were not exactly easy. In their era, women were expected to tend to the home and families, not to write, so they decided to submit a volume of poetry as Acton, Currer, and Ellis Bell—which they published with their own money. In a forward for a new edition of Emily's Wuthering Heights, published in 1850, Charlotte comes clean about the sisters' true identities. "We did not like to declare ourselves women, because—without at the time suspecting that our mode of writing and thinking was not what is called 'feminine'—we had a vague impression that authoresses are liable to be looked on with prejudice," she wrote. (...)
Just as the Brontë sisters' work was often seen as unladylike—Jane Eyre railed against traditional gender roles, while Wuthering Heights included family drama and betrayal—authors today appear to be penalized for veering from gendered topics. (Jane C. Hu)

LitHub discusses Jane Eyre as a racist novel. We think it's a rather simplistic and decontextualized reading, but we are not so blind as to miss the point:

But despite giving up on Jane herself, I keep reading Jane Eyre. The book is a classic for a reason. I am riveted by the plain language, the slight moments of sexual tension between Jane and Mr. Rochester. I make it past Miss Ingram, past Mr. Rochester dressing up in black-face to play a fortuneteller, a “shockingly ugly old creature . . . almost as black as a crock.” I see Jane’s illustrations of the vampirish and demonic Grace Poole. I even reach a moment where Mr. Rochester calls Jane a “little niggard” in jest. (...)
It only gets worse. We find out that Bertha gets her madness from her mother, a woman hidden to Rochester when he went to Jamaica and fell in love with the illusion of Bertha presented to him. That illusion was of a refined and rich white woman; he had no indication she came from such savage stock, such “pigmy intellect.”
And then, when Jane has heard Rochester’s story, when she loves and pities him the most, Jane feels, “A wind fresh from Europe” blowing over her. The storm of her mind breaks. She is resolved to leave Thornfield and sacrifice her own happiness.
And I want to throw this book across the room.
Bertha Mason’s madness is predicated on the fact that she is not white. My mental switch—which I think is actually a universal part of the reading experience for everyone, regardless of race—means that I must confront this racist stereotype. Even if I wanted to, I would be barred from ever seeing any part of myself in Jane—because to be Jane would mean to be in direct opposition to myself. (Tyrese L. Coleman)

According to Variety, Jane Eyre belongs to the INFJ (Advocate) personality type in the classification of Myers-Briggs:

Cary Fukunaga’s 2011 adaptation of Charlotte Brontë’s best-known novel paints Jane Eyre as an observant, imaginative, and ambitious INFJ. Jane shares the INFJ’s strong moral code, strong opinions, and independent will. This passionate and empathetic heroine shows a genuine concern for others. (Mary-Claire Lagroue)

Charlotte Ahlin from Bustle doesn't lose any opportunity to show up her Brontëiteness:

My favorite book characters as an impressionable tween were always the tragic romantics: The Phantom of the Opera, consumed with longing in his subterranean lair. Eponine, dying in Marius' arms, knowing he'll never truly love her. Jane Eyre, striking out alone on a windswept moor, pining for the ugly-yet-passionate Mr. Rochester (this was before I could grasp how deeply problematic it is to lock your mentally ill wife in the attic for years on end and not tell your new girlfriend). I'll even own up to liking Twilight when it first came out.

Malibu Surfside News publishes an account of the recent Concert on the Bluffs in Malibu:

Later in the evening, Newman delivered an impeccable performance of “Cathy’s Theme” from “Wuthering Heights,” a piece composed by her father, Alfred Newman.
Like father, like daughter. Newman’s talents thrilled the crowd, and those who knew that Maria lost her father when she was very young knew she was paying special homage to one of the patriarchs of American creativity, as well as of her clan. (Barbara Burke)

Vanity Fair (Spain) makes some predictions for next year's Game of Thrones last season. Alert, possible spoilers ahead:

Un amor tan borrascoso como el suyo, por otra parte, solo puede acabar de la peor manera posible y arder en el infierno. Si es así, creo que Jaime la seguirá a la tumba, como un Heathcliff a su Catherine. (Diego Parrado) (Translation)

ciaovivalaculture publishes a remembrance of the actress Mireille Darc (1938-2017):

Je me souviens que tu as tourné pour Jean-Luc Godard en 1967, Week-end.Un couple de Français moyens, Corinne et Roland, passe son week-end en voiture sur les routes d’Ile de France et limitrophes, en circulant (quand c’est possible) entre embouteillages monstrueux et accidents sanglants. Leur « week-end » est ponctué de rencontres aussi bizarres que diverses : les membres du FLSO (Front de Libération de Seine-et-Oise), Joseph Balsamo, Emily Brontë, Saint-Just, Marie- Madeleine ou bien encore le « Gros Poucet ». (Jacques Barbarin) (Translation)

Kirjojen Pyörteissä (Finland) and Vintage Sapience review Jane Eyre (Kotiopettajattaren romaani).