I Am Heathcliff

Similar to Reader, I Married Him, edited by Tracy Chevalier, The Bookseller now announces that Borough Press will publish a collection of short stories inspired by Wuthering Heights and edited by Kate Mosse.

The collection, titled I am Heathcliff, comprises 16 stories from writers including Joanna Cannon, Juno Dawson, Louise Doughty, Lisa McInerney, Nikesh Shukla and Louisa Young. Each author will use Emily Brontë's famous line from Wuthering Heights as a jumping-off point. Cathy says: "‘My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being."
Mosse hailed the collection a "wonderful tribute" to "the most magnificent of novels" and its author. "I've read [Wuthering Heights] during every decade of my life and found something different each time - ambitious, powerful, devastating, unique," she said. "This collection of 16 stories, written by some of our greatest contemporary writers, is a wonderful tribute to Emily Brontë's genius in her bicentenary year, and perfectly illustrates how her exceptional vision and imagination continue to inspire us."
Charlotte Cray, commissioning editor of The Borough Press, signed world rights in the anthology in a deal with Mark Lucas at Lucas Alexander Whitley.
"It has been awe-inspiring to work with 16 such distinct writers as they responded in myriad ways to the titan clash of romance and violence in this iconic relationship," Cray commented. "These stories will invite as much debate as they will praise and beg for a re-reading of the canonical classic."
This month marks the 170th anniversary of publication of Emily Brontë’s famous novel, and the collection will be published in hardback on 26th July 2018 to mark her bicentenary. The Borough Press will work in partnership with the Brontë Parsonage to celebrate its publication, and other promotional plans include a special reader event at the Parsonage in Haworth. (Katherine Cowdrey)

The New Yorker has an article on a visit to Ernest Hemingway's house in Cuba.

Writers are curious about where other writers write. We want to see the actual room, the desk, the furniture, the view—the whale-shaped mountain outside Melville’s window, the moors beyond the Brontës’ house, the narrow single bed in Virginia’s room. It’s not exactly clear why we make these earnest pilgrimages. Do we think there’s something charged and magical in the place, that some mysterious transfer will occur, from the writer to ourselves? Maybe we simply want to own this experience. Maybe we need to see the place, as a mountain climber needs to see the summit. (Roxana Robinson)

More on locations, as this columnist from The Age (Australia) writes about 'how Kate Bush changed a life in the burbs'.

I'd never given a thought to Yorkshire's "wiley, windy moors" before I clapped eyes on Kate Bush in the summer of 1978. Amid the teased hair and sparkly costumes of Countdown, she appeared – materialised out of the mist, in fact – a vision in red dancing wildly across a drab English landscape, mouthing the mysterious lyrics of Wuthering Heights.
For a teenager growing up in one of Melbourne's duller suburbs, she was a revelation – exotic, gorgeous, compelling – with a voice that set hairs on end. From her flowing red dress and matching tights to the flowers in her hair and around her neck, she was like a newly discovered species. I looked into those black-rimmed eyes, clocked those gypsy earrings, and was smitten. A teen-girl crush was born.
It was not enough to tune in every Sunday night hoping for a replay. I needed to morph. Throwing off the inhibitions of adolescence, I commandeered the lounge room, bending at the waist, arms arching overhead and twirling until dizziness overtook. Miming the window pane separating the ghostly Cathy and her beloved Heathcliff, I matched her lipsynch for lipsynch. Heathcliff, it was me, Cathy. I hated you, I loved you too (though not as much as I loved her). [...]
Five years ago, it became apparent that I wasn't the only one touched by the transforming power of Wuthering Heights, when the first 300 Kates event was held in Brighton, England. Since then, similar gatherings of (mostly) women have recreated that famous film clip, all flowing red clothes and flailing limbs. This year's "Most Wuthering Heights Day Ever" in Melbourne's Edinburgh Gardens attracted 600 Kate Bush lookalikes – some of them bearded.
So far, I've resisted the urge to reprise those long-ago moves in the company of fellow devotees. But if ever I'm tempted, they're ready to go, firmly implanted in limb and memory. Forty years on, there's no leaving behind my wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights. (Lindy Percival)

Beware of spoilers in this review of Star Wars: The Last Jedi by Collider:

What makes all of this work even better is that The Last Jedi is not afraid to make Kylo and Rey’s relationship into, briefly, a kind of Wuthering Heights in space. Kylo is the dark, brooding figure wandering the moors in the rain, a Bad Boy of the highest degree who just might be saved by the only woman with whom he is vulnerable. “You’re not alone.” “Neither are you.” :Swoon forever: (Allison Keene)

Vogue has an article on movie mistresses.

What is it about the other woman? To start with, she usually has the benefit of a foil, the stereotypically colorless, or crazy, wife, or cuckolded husband. She needn’t be a bombshell: In fiction, the ingenue (Tess) often unwittingly becomes the third arm of a love triangle, and plain Jane (Eyre) lands her lover in the end. Lore has it that man-eating vixens are big believers in lipstick—all the better to leave stains on collars, my dear. (Laird Borrelli-Persson)

Washington Examiner may be taking things a bit too far here:

Sure, some artists have been vocal about their political beliefs going back centuries. Ever read Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Brontë, or Austen? None of them would have sold a book were it not for how deftly they intertwined the political climate in which they lived with magnanimous characters and a wonderful storyline to boot. (Nicole Russell)

FoxLife (Italy) reviews the book Heroes Are My Weakness by Susan E. Phillips.

La Phillips non ne fa alcun mistero: in questo romanzo si respira l’impronta di Emily e Charlotte Brontë con naturalezza. La vena oscura data a Theo è un omaggio all’iconico Heathcliff di Cime Tempestose, un uomo che è vissuto per tutta la vita avvolto in un bozzo di tormenti e agonie facendo della vendetta il suo unico obiettivo.
Così come l’ambientazione gotica, che ricorda molto la mansione di Mr. Rochester di Jane Eyre, ancor di più per la svolta finale della narrazione (i più ferrati in materia Charlotte Brontë coglieranno immediatamente il collegamento, che poi possa piacere o meno è un altro paio di maniche); così come anche la figura stessa di Theo riprende qualche caratteristica del sarcastico e misterioso Mr Rochester, a sua volta ingarbugliato in una precedente relazione malsana e deleteria. (Cristina Migliaccio) (Translation)

This contributor to KWBU announces that he will be reading Agnes Grey in 2018.