Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tuesday, July 22, 2014 11:25 am by M. in , , , , , , ,    No comments
The writer Peter Mandel visits Haworth and Brontë country and writes about it in The Huffington Post:
Are Yorkshire's villages where you want to be? Hamlets like Haworth, where the Brontë sisters lived and worked on their famous novels. Or are you about walking on moors? Because of its wild dales, its green and purple views, Yorkshire can make you strangely wistful even when you are looking at stone walls or at a farm. 'God's Own County' it has been called.
Both its town and country landscapes got a fresh life a few years back with the latest movie version of Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre. Since the film was full of big names like Mia Wasikowska and Dame Judi Dench, it trained a spotlight on this still pleasantly drowsy realm. Still, I'm determined to poke around and check things out that didn't show up on screen. (...)
I'm standing on the doorstep of the 300-year-old Old White Lion Inn, trying to decide what to walk to first. Straight in front of me is Haworth's cobbled Main Street which snakes down a steep hill. Off to my right is the Brontë Parsonage Museum which was home to the world's most famous family of writers from 1820 to 1861. And just behind me is the start of a country hike called "Walk to Wuthering Heights." (...)
In fact, after about two hours of charging up small rises, and slipping back, we're gasping and complaining. Is that Top Withins in the distance? It is. Was it once a house? It was. When we make it, we collapse for a rest next to walls without roofs and collections of old stones.
Just when I'm wondering how this made Brontë think of romance, there is a blast of wind. A fat cloud retreats and we get a sword-thrust of sun. The moors we've stumbled over light up in sections as if in a play. Over here is luminescent green. Here is violet. And there is the brown and white of a stream. Deep in the distance are the steeples and houses of Haworth.
Now, I understand. I pull out my pen and some paper to see if I can do some writing myself. Or maybe a sketch.
The Christian Science Monitor reviews the novel We Were Liars by E. Lockhart:
Lockhart has a choppy, poetic style in which the crags are offset by luxurious turns of phrase. I love the moment when Gat likens himself to Heathcliff in "Wuthering Heights" to show Cadence that Harris will never accept him. Gat is bitter: “There’s nothing Heathcliff can ever do to make these Earnshaws think he’s good enough. And he tries. He goes away, educates himself, becomes a gentleman. Still, they think he’s an animal.... Heathcliff becomes what they think of him, you know? He becomes a brute. The evil in him comes out.” (Katie Ward Beim-Esche)
The Federalist attacks the censorship of works of art which can be considered politically incorrect for today's standards:
The Brontë sisters may have been 19th-Century proto-feminists, but their ideas about the proper role of women would be well out of place in today’s society. (David Marcus)
The Sydney Morning Herald discusses the ABC1 show Jennifer Byrne Presents: The Seven Deadly Sins:
Wrath, naturally, is a fertile topic for discussion with regard to literature. The discussion skips from The Iliad, where Achilles' rage led him to fight and kill Hector, to the murderous rage of Jimmie Blacksmith, Fay Weldon's she-devil and the romantic fury at the heart of Wuthering Heights. (Ben Pobjie)
Librópatas (Spain) talks about scandalous writers. Among them, Jean Rhys:
Jean Rhys es algo más que la autora de Ancho mar de los Sargazos, la precuela de Jane Eyre que todo fan de Charlotte Brontë debería leer (y que cualquier lector literario debería incluir también en su lista de lecturas), sino también una autora de biografía con todos los mimbres para ser incluida en la lista de escritoras escandalosas. (Raquel C. Pino) (Translation)
EDIT: The article reappears on ABC.

Precisely The Writer's Block talks about Showing Through Telling in Wide Sargasso Sea:
Jean Rhys's Wide Sargasso Sea is a novel about a Creole woman in early 19th century Jamaica who slowly, maybe, goes mad. It's also a prequel to Jane Eyre, but that seems secondary to the real story in the Caribbean.
I'd like to look at the spiraling emotions of Rochester (unnamed by Rhys), as they are shown to us, through histelling about his wife.
The brief passage I'm concerned with occurs after Rochester has married a woman he barely knows, loved her, and then been told horrible things about her. Rochester narrates the passage, but in it, the action has passed and he is just thinking.
In a technical sense, nothing is happening. It's only a man pacing a room (at least, that's how I picture it—even that action is uncertain) and stewing. For this reason, I believe most experts would consider it an example of telling. It's not the scene in which two characters love each other or the scene in which he learns of her past or the scene in which he locks her away—it's only him telling about those things. (Allison Wyss) (Read more)
Dagens Nyheter (Sweden) advocates for reading classics:
Ja, då är det ju en annan sak. Jag ska inte tjata om Charlotte Brontës ”Jane Eyre” igen, inte heller om Cora Sandels Albertetrilogi, Tove Janssons Muminböcker eller Väinö Linnas Under Polstjärnan-trilogi. Men har man inte läst dem så har man upplevelser framför sig. (Lotta Olsson) (Translation)
Banbridge Leader and the Dromore Leader post about the upcoming local performances of the ChapterHouse Theatre production of Wuthering Heights. Francis Kwarteng includes Charlotte Brontë among the great writers of all time on GhanaWeb. Careann's Musings reviews the K.M. Weiland annotated edition of Jane Eyre. Memorias del Cine Club (Spain) uploads a debate on Jane Eyre 1944 (aired on TeleToledo).


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