Coarse Brontës will not pronounce Wuthering with a short u

The Spectator discusses the pronunciation of Wuthering Heights:

Haworth is in a constant simmer of Brontë anniversary fever. It is looking forward to Emily Brontë’s 200th birthday next year. (This year is poor old Branwell’s.) I can’t think of a book title more widely mispronounced than Wuthering Heights. Soft, effete southerners pronounce it with a short u. But the wuthering in the title is a good Yorkshire word and its first vowel must be pronounced like the vowel in good. (Dot Wordsworth)

The People's Daily Morning Star reviews the Leeds performances of Sally Cookson's Jane Eyre:

Amalgamated from a previous two-part show, the production is lengthy at three hours but each scene, infused with energy and bold reimaginings of the original story, never fails to grab the attention. (Susan Darlington)

Yorkshire Life discusses how 'artists and craftspeople are beginning to change the look of Haworth':

Fifteen years ago beacons of cultivated retailing did exist in Haworth, but they were outnumbered by purveyors of Brontë souvenirs of sometimes questionable taste. Today that precipitous street is a hub of stylish and artistic shops, the latter in particular often drawing upon local artists and craftspeople. ‘It used to be mainly souvenir shops selling “a thimble from Haworth”,’ says painter George Bowden, who with his wife Sarah opened the tiny gallery Wuthering Arts last year. ‘Haworth has come late to the party compared to Hebden Bridge, but we’re getting there, with a number of art-led enterprises on Main Street, and more on the way – a friend has bought what was the Edinburgh Woollen Mill, an old weaving shed, and that’s going to be a huge gallery.’
For George the Brontë connection remains important, but in a very different way to ‘a gift from’ souvenirs. ‘Most of what I paint is to do with Haworth, but it goes back to the landscape that inspired them and inspires me, places like Top Withins and Brontë Falls. I try to paint the experience of the moors.’
Lighthouse Lane, run by Katie Shelmerdine and her husband Howard, is another recent artistic addition. Katie’s vibrant Haworth-inspired paintings, delicate lampshades and fabric items, and household wares using her designs sit alongside pieces by other British artists and artisans fitting into what is clearly a growing scene. ‘Haworth has gone upmarket over the last few years,’ says Carol Addy who works in the shop. ‘There’s a lot more for the discerning shopper now, and people are trying to make it a lovely place to come and shop, with loads of great stuff from local sources – I bought three of Katie’s pictures of Haworth for my own house!’ (...)
A few yards up the street at art-cafe Cobbles & Clay shoppers exercise their own creative talents. ‘We do very good food, and it’s a great place for coffee and a chat,’ explains owner Jill Ross, ‘but what’s unique here is you can paint pottery as well. There are about 100 pots to choose from, and we have paints and stencils, and books to spark ideas, though people come with their own.’ The painted pots are glazed and fired by Jill to be collected by or delivered to the customer, who then has a great gift for family of friends, or a very personal souvenir of the village that means more perhaps than a Brontë pencil – or thimble.

Vanity Fair on the couple Jennifer Lawrence-Darren Aronofsky:

And isn’t that the perfect love story for our time? Famous auteur and even more famous actress from different sides of the tracks—on one side, Harvard; on the other, an education by way of Real Housewives of Orange County marathons—making terrifying, horrifying movie magic together? It’s Romeo + Juliet. It’s Wuthering Heights. It’s Step Up (1 through 12). Maybe it’s Mother!, too, but no one will explain what it’s really about. (Kenzie Bryant)

Another Hollywood (ex)couple: Anna Faris and Chris Pratt. In The Huffington Post:

Rumours are already flying about why Chris and Anna broke up (his work, mostly).
There’s no doubt that everything they do over the next few months will be read into like a literature student reads Wuthering Heights.
The question is, how much of it will be truth, and how much will be fiction? (Kristina Adams)

San Antonio Current reviews the film Lady Macbeth:

Some recent British films — not enough, but notably Amma Asante’s Belle and Andrea Arnold’s interracial adaptation of Wuthering Heights — have sought to redress this by casting these actors in period dramas, to show that black people have been part of British history for centuries. The latest and best is Lady Macbeth, a concentrated 19th-century drama that will freeze your blood. (Kristian Lin)

Refinery29 lists several New York's West Village restaurants:

The Beatrice Inn
Reading the menu at the Beatrice Inn, you may feel like you have indeed wandered into a country inn straight from a Brontë sister's novel: lamb neck, beef cheek, and wild boar can all be found there.

More lists. SparkLife has 'fictional couples I Will Never Root for':

 Catherine and Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights
This was touted to me in high school as a love story for the ages. But then I read it and I understood that it was really a destructive, imploding star of a relationship between two actual psychopaths. I don’t even want to know what happened to Isabella Linton when she was married to Heathcliff and living in the ominous murder swamp he called home.
And yes, that's Tom Hardy, possibly cosplaying as Bucky Barnes in 19th-century Yorkshire. (Elodie)

and the 'most messed-up relationships in literature':

 Catherine and Heathcliff from 'Wuthering Heights'
It’s not always appropriate to jump out an open window, shrieking as you do it. Furthermore, there is not always an open window at hand from which to jump. But this is exactly what I yearn to do whenever anyone says they wish they had a romance like Catherine and Heathcliff’s, because Catherine and Heathcliff are scientifically the worst couple in all of classic literature.
They toy with one another’s emotions, marry other people, and when Catherine dies pretty much just for the drama of it all, Heathcliff decides the logical next step would be to FORCE THEIR KIDS TO MARRY EACH OTHER BY LOCKING THEM IN HIS BASEMENT, like a complete and total psychopath. Maybe you want a romance like that. Maybe that’s your thing. Just know that there will be psychological warfare and also ghosts. (Elodie)

Best love songs in Marie Claire:

 "Wuthering Heights" by Kate Bush
Most romantic line: "How could you leave me / When I needed to possess you? / I hated you, I loved you, too."
Vibe: The Brontë Sisters. (Mehera Bonner)

La Nación (Argentina) reviews a Spanish translation of Good Night Stories For Rebel Girls by Elena Favilli and Francesca Cavallo:

De Alicia Alonso a Yoko Ono. De Coco Chanel a Virginia Woolf. De Eva Perón a Hillary Clinton. De las hermanas Brontë a Serena y Venus Williams. De Frida Kahlo a Marie Curie. Éstas son algunas de las cien mujeres de todas las épocas, países y profesiones seleccionadas para el libro Cuentos de buenas noches para niñas rebeldes, novedad de agosto de editorial Planeta. (Natalia Blanc) (Translation)

Writergurlny has re-read Wide Sargasso Sea. Finally, follow the #coarsebrontes Durham conference on twitter: 

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