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We like this news story from KOAM News Now concerning a banner for Columbia University library.

Homer. Herodotus. Sophocles. Plato. Aristotle. Demosthenes. Cicero. Vergil [sic].
Male. Male. Male. Male. Male. Male. Male. Male.
These are the author's names chiseled into the stone facade of Columbia University's Butler Library. In case it hasn't become clear yet, every single one of them is a man.
For three decades, students at Columbia have been making bold statements about the lack of inclusivity the inscription communicates -- and they've been doing it right on the building itself.
It all began on commencement day in 1989 when Laura Hotchkiss Brown and four friends unfurled a banner across the face of Butler Library. But almost immediately, it was removed by campus security.
The banner would appear later in the fall of the same year, and then again for a single day in 1994 to commemorate Women's History Month.
This week, a new banner for the 21st century has been stretched across the face of Butler Library.
It won't stay for a day or a couple of minutes, but for the entire fall semester as part of a student-led exhibit supported by Columbia University Libraries. [...]
Today's project nods to past iterations of the banner.
The original 1989 banner included the last names of Sappho, Marie de France, Christine de Pizan, Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, Brontë (meant to represent all three Brontë sisters), Emily Dickinson and Virginia Woolf. (Elizabeth Wolfe and Brian Ries)

The Daily Iowegian reminds us of how shockingly young some famous authors were when they died.

In the fame game, it’s better to live fast and die young, muse still in residence. A proven career move. John Keats was just 26, Emily Brontë hit 30 and sister Charlotte only clocked 39, while Percy Bysshe Shelley never reached Emily’s age and Sylvia Plath made 31. Lord Byron left at 36, and the Raven came for Edgar Allan Poe at the 40-mark. (Dalton Delan)

San Francisco Classical Voice reviews a recent recital by Renée Fleming.

The wonder of a landscape loved and lived in was also the theme of the next song, “I have dreamt,” an aria that the dying Catherine Earnshaw sings in Bernard Herrmann’s opera Wuthering Heights. Fleming perfectly caught the complexity of the final phrase, “I awoke, sobbing / for joy.” (Nicholas Jones)

Chicago Sun Times reviews a local production of The Hound of the Baskervilles.

But Doyle does more than turn feats of logic into mind-blowing parlor tricks. Holmes’ mathematically precise powers of reason are always wrapped around gloriously overheated melodramas. Holmes’ cases invariably include imperiled ladies, fraught romances, sociopathic criminals, family curses, legendary gemstones and intrigue of the highest order, not to mention sweeping English vistas worthy of a Brontë novel. That’s the enduring appeal of the myriad adventures of Sherlock Holmes: They are a near perfect marriage of right brain analytic prowess and left brain flights of torrid, macabre fancy. (Catey Sullivan)

The Eyre Guide has put together a fashion article on 'how to dress like Jane Eyre'. On The Sisters' Room, Maddalena De Leo recommends not reading the supposedly Wuthering Heights-inspired novel Here on Earth by Alice Hoffman.