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Monday, November 25, 2013

Monday, November 25, 2013 8:50 am by Cristina in , , , ,    No comments
The Telegraph wonders 'what drove the great Ian Nairn to his early death'. The British architectural critic is quoted:
Here, for contrast, is one of his capsule descriptions from Nairn’s London. It is much more carefully wrought Nairn:
Here [All Saints Margaret Street] is the force of Wuthering Heights translated into dusky red and black bricks, put down in a mundane Marylebone street to rivet you, pluck you into the courtyard with its harsh welcoming wings and quivering steeple. Butterfield never repeated this – how could he?… Perhaps he met too many portly bishops; perhaps there is no way but death to discharge an experience as violent as this. (Andrew M Brown)
Back to current television shows now, as Den of Geek! reviews The Simpsons' episode The Kid Is All Right where
Isabel Gutierrez (Eva Longoria) can make Brontë references, solve anagrams and she doesn’t have a green M&M in her inner ear. (Tony Sokol)
Tim Sandlin writes about a recent colonoscopy in The Huffington Post.
As I was lying on the skinny hospital bed on wheels, slowly rising out of the anesthesia, my brain in blackest smog, the curtain parted and in floated the angel of the Lord. I knew who it was, right off. Imagine Merle Oberon in 1939, in Wuthering Heights. Radiant vestments, tasteful wings, a glowing golden aura bleeding into pumpkin coloured spires -- what you would expect if you were a shepherd guarding your flocks by night, but something of a surprise in a Wyoming recovery room.
Audiophile Audition reviews 'Liszt: 12 Transcendental Études – Vadym Kholodenko, piano' where
Liszt has Khoodenko depict an icy snowstorm in the B-flat Minor Chasse-neige, whose series of Herculean tremolandi call forth the dual aspect of Mother Nature in all her splendid ferocity. Listening to Kholodenko, we can literally see Cathy and Heathcliff urge each other to their secret promontory to declare their love in the midst of the mortal storm. (Gary Lemco)
International Cinema Review posts about Jane Eyre 1944.

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