'As close to heaven as I was ever going to get'

Reviewing the novel What Kingdom by Fine Grabol, The Washington Post claims that,

The mad have long haunted the borderlands of our fiction. Consider the attic-bound wife in “Jane Eyre,” the deluded ranters of Dostoevsky and Gogol, or all of Kleist’s lunatics, driven crazy by their dogged adherence to absurd principles. These figures can be comic or tragic, jesters or men who have fooled themselves into believing they’re the kings. All destabilize the reality of a narrative, injecting a dangerous dose of irrationality into circumstances otherwise defined by decorum and rigorous self-interest. (Robert Rubsam)

A columnist from The Korea Times writes about reading Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own.

After mentioning the brief yet tragic life of Shakespeare's fictional sister, Woolf proceeds to delve into the experiences of women writers throughout English history, extending beyond Shakespeare's era. I was delighted and filled with anticipation upon encountering familiar names such as Jane Austen, the Brontë sisters, and George Eliot — writers whose works I had read during my teenage years and later delved into during my university studies. (Lee Nan-hee)

Great British Life interviews writer Milly Johnson about all things Yorkshire.

A place in Yorkshire that makes you smile?

Haworth. I have always loved that quirky little village, especially after Christmas when it was quiet and foggy. I used to skive off work and drive there and wish I lived there. So in my mid-twenties, I upped sticks and moved there, hoping to be bitten by a Brontë muse. Living a village life informed my writing so much and I met so many wonderful people and had very happy times. I was married there and had my children. Whenever I go back, I visualise myself riding a horse on Sunday morning hacks through the heather on the moors and at the time it felt as close to heaven as I was ever going to get. [...]

A Yorkshire view that inspires?

I’m back in Haworth for this one. The ruins of Top Withens sent shivers down my spine when I first saw it and for anyone who is a fan of the Brontës, it is impossible not to believe you are staring at the ruins of Wuthering Heights which inspired such a powerful piece of writing. I think that Brontë muse bit me after all. (Kathryn Armstrong)