A love story it is not and never was

Christa Aykroyd has also something to say about the Emerald Fennell's Wuthering Heights project in The Yorkshire Post (among other Brontë recent events):

Finally, after decades a plaque commemorating my three beloved sister authors 200 miles away from where they were born now spells their name correctly, thanks to a Yorkshire woman every bit as tenacious as the siblings ever were. And for those who think it is unimportant your name is everything. It is who you are.
As a journalist often helping others take their first steps into a profession I love it is the first thing I teach. No matter how accurate your quotes, no matter how inspiring the story you may write, the most important thing to get right is a person’s name.
That may seem pretty obvious but even the most common name needs checking. Get it wrong and the person who has given you their time and told their story is undermined, left feeling inconsequential. (...)
No matter that when their father left Ireland to study at Cambridge he left a Brunty.
No matter that there are theories about why he should change his name which range from the fact his broad Irish accent meant it was written as Bronte (without the dots) by mistake or that it was simply snobbery.
Or hat he changed the name as that was Nelson’s chosen title. It was the name he passed onto his children. When he added the dots known as diaereses (who knew) .. no one knows. Possible to show that the ‘e’ is pronounced. No matter. It is the name his children bore.
And for more than 80 years it has been wrong. The plaque in question lies among the great and famous in Poets Corner in Westminster Abbey. There is no doubt Charlotte in particular would have been thrilled to have been commemorated right alongside Shakespeare.
She would have been less pleased that the diaereses were missing. She was a stickler for correctness was our Charlotte.
Of course she and her sisters had spent their writing years hiding behind the pseudonym Bell. Not because they were ashamed of who they were, quite the opposite.
But because they wanted to disguise their gender, knowing as Charlotte put it that as women they would meet prejudice and judgement.
And of course she was absolutely correct. When their true identity was revealed that is exactly what happened. Emily took her new found fame badly. Anne never lived long enough to enjoy it.
And it was Charlotte alone that was left unveiled to be feted in society as the author of Jane Eyre. The name Brontë died with her and her siblings.
All the more important that Yorkshire author and scholar Sharon Wright brought the misspelling to the attention of the Abbey and that they corrected it last week.
Now to other Brontë related matters that are potentially not so uplifting. Hollywood is (again) getting its hands on my favourite book of all time Wuthering Heights. No bad thing in theory.
Too often the story has been portrayed as a hopeless love story, when indeed it is a story of class, or rootlessness and of prejudice.
Too often the story ends with the death of its wayward heroine Catherine when that is only half the tale. But I do not await Hollywood’s latest blockbusting plans with much hope.
The female lead Margot Robbie is statuesque, blonde, Australian and 34. Catherine Earnshaw is very much a native of the West Riding, brown haired and died aged 18 or so. The male lead will be played by Jacob Elordi (Saltburn) who might be the right age (Heathcliff was around 40 when he died) but he is white and again Australian.
Heathcliff was almost certainly of mixed ethnicity and of unknown heritage. And that is the whole point of the story. Which appears to have been missed.
I know both are established actors. I know both will be called upon to ‘act’ but with the best will in the world they have been chosen to add a little sparkle to a story which is anything other than sparkly. I also know I will watch the film when it comes out.
But please, I beg Hollywood and the film’s producer Emerald Fennell not to dish up the same old telling. A love story it is not and never was. And I am dreading even more the possibility of mock Yorkshire accents full of dropped vowels and added t’s.
Wuthering Heights, like it’s writer, was born out of Yorkshire. It is as guttural as the accent of its servant inhabitant Joseph. It is as dark as the skin of its main character, as dank as the rain that lashes the moors. It must not be shiny and bright.
Only then will Emily Brontë’s true genius shine through as rugged as the “eternal rocks beneath “ as Cathy describes her love for Heathcliff.
I await the production with interest, but with some trepidation. I would be happier if it were rooted as far away from Hollywood as it could be. If it were placed in the genius hands of Sally Wainwright I would know it would work.
Her one hour drama To Walk Invisible, hit the spot perfectly. Because it was far from perfect. Their clothes were stained at their hems, the streets of Haworth were muddied and the shop windows dirtied. Whether we will get the same from Hollywood remains to be seen.
Until then I will just have to rejoice that two little dots at least restore some part of their legacy for all to see. That for now will do nicely.

Prestige, El Tiempo (Colombia), or Jolie Bobine (France) also summarize the alleged cast controversy with no new arguments.  Curiously, Collider makes a list of the best Timothy Dalton movies and Wuthering Heights 1970 comes up:

"You said I killed you—haunt me, then!" With a new Emerald Fennell-directed version on the way, now is a good time to check out the earlier Wuthering Heights adaptations. Set on the wild Yorkshire moors, Emily Brontë's classic story revolves around the doomed love affair between Heathcliff (Dalton) and Catherine Earnshaw (Anna Calder-Marshall), whose relationship is thwarted by class divisions and personal pride.
There have been close to 30 adaptations of the novel and this is one of the better ones. What sets this version apart from many others is its refusal to soften the harsh and often brutal characters of Brontë’s novel, though it still strays from the original, cutting off the story well before the end. Dalton (then just 24 years old) rises to the occasion with a raw and energetic performance, putting his own stamp on the legendary character. Director Robert Fuest explained the character's direction, saying, "We shall show Heathcliff as a man completely fascinated by Catherine's passion, sexuality, jealousy and cruelty."

RTÉ presents an interview with Martina Devlin, author of Charlotte, and an extract from the novel:

Martina Devlin’s new novel weaves back and forth through Charlotte’s life, reflecting on the myths built around her by those who knew her, those who thought they knew her, and those who longed to know her. Above all, this is a story of fiction: who creates it, who lives it, who owns it.

Times Now News lists books you "considered to be boring but that are really good":

Jane Eyre

Often mistaken for a simple gothic romance, 'Jane Eyre' is a pioneering work of feminist literature. The novel follows Jane, an orphaned governess who maintains her integrity and independence in the face of hardship. Her relationship with the brooding Mr. Rochester is complex and intense. Brontë's exploration of morality, love, and self-respect makes this a compelling and emotionally rich read. (Girish Shukla)

I Prefer Reading lists several spooky books:

The Wife Upstairs by Rachel Hawkins
Jane Eyre has never been so delightfully spooky. This modern retelling is told through the different points of view of the two Mrs. Rochesters. One is writing in a makeshift journal, while the other is slowly realizing something is wrong - and nobody will tell her what it is. It's a fascinating look into the two different psyches, and comes to an ending I truly didn't see coming. Overall, I loved it, but it left me terrified of being trapped in an attic with no way of getting out. (Ashley Skolrud)

Amazing Songwriter has a selection of songs written by teenagers:

“Wuthering Heights” by Kate Bush

 Kate Bush is quite famous for writing and performing a lot of amazing music when she was still more or less a kid herself. “Wuthering Heights” is the most famous example, as Bush wrote the track at only 18 years old before recording and releasing it in 1978.

It’s an artistic piece of work that is both well-written and sung in quite a unique way. Both of those talents launched Bush into art-pop stardom soon after. (EM Casalena)

You're not alone quotes in Pinkvilla, including one by Charlotte.