Dull and Excruciating

This columnist of Chenango County's The Evening Sun begins her piece like this:

I have never been able to think about my favorite writers without imagining them hunched over manuscripts, their brains filled with plots, characters, and climaxes, as words, words, words flowed smoothly from the tips of their fingers to the tips of their pens.

I know that Charlotte Brontë wrote with a pencil in cramped, tiny handwriting on loose scraps of paper; that Charles Dickens wrote with a “continuous provision” of ink and quill pens; and John Steinbeck did much of his writing on a yellow lined notepad with a pencil and eraser. (Shelly Reuben)

Daily Kos also begins an article about how all classics were popular with influential tastemakers at some point, contrary to claims that popular works can't become classics, with a shocking paragraph:

The Mona Lisa is a shit painting.

I know, I know: what click bait! It is the greatest painting ever! Those brush strokes! That smile! That smile is boring, the composition is uninspired, and the overall effect is bored person at a Sears Studio photo sitting. The painting sucks. And so does Ernest Hemingway while we are at it. So do the Brontë Sisters, almost all the Romantics, Led Zeplin, and Nathaniel Hawthorne. (angryea)

Hello! Magazine (India) goes back to Pedro Pascal's book preferences:

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronté

In a fan interaction, Pascal said that he loved Jane Eyre. The British classic by Charlotte Brontë, of the famous Brontë sisters trio, captures the story of Jane Eyre, who was an orphan who endures hardships, becomes a Governess, and falls in love with her enigmatic employer.  (Tasneem Patanwala)

A rose by any other name in The Observer:

 But think of the roses in other people’s insane front gardens: Calpol pink; knicker pink; banana; brown. Notice how rarely they smell of anything at all, not that you ever see anyone sniffing. As for their names, from the emetic (All My Loving; Smooth Little Treasure; Schoolgirl) to the excruciating (Cliff Richard; Emily Brontë; William and Catherine). There should be some sort of register. (Charlotte Mendelson)

Genial (Spain) seems to like the Wuthering Heights film adaptations so far:

 5. “Cumbres borrascosas”, de Emily Brontë

La versión de 1939, con Merle Oberon y Laurence Olivier, es puro cine dorado: elegante, romántica y suavemente trágica, más centrada en el amor que en la oscuridad. Por otro lado, en 1976 se estrenó una versión en formato telenovela que es más fiel al libro, con un Heathcliff intenso y rudo, donde el drama se vive con sobriedad y contención. Finalmente, en 2009, la BBC lleva la historia al extremo emocional, con actuaciones viscerales, paisajes salvajes y una Cathy feroz.

Tres lecturas de una misma historia: el amor obsesivo, la rabia contenida y la naturaleza como reflejo del alma. ¿Prefieres la pasión contenida, la fidelidad literaria o el desgarro moderno? Cumbres Borrascosas sigue gritando al viento, sin importar la época. (Paz B) (Translation)

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