In the Span of One Night

The BBC covers the The Most Wuthering Heights Day Ever celebration in Haworth:

The sun may be hiding behind grey clouds, but for hundreds of people in flowing red dresses dancing on Yorkshire moorland it'll take more than a threat of rain to dampen their spirits.

This is Brontë country, after all, so it's fitting that it's also perfect Brontë weather.

The group, swaying in unison, have come together to re-create the music video for Kate Bush's 1978 song Wuthering Heights, inspired by Emily Brontë's novel.

Every year, thousands of people around the world don red robes – and in some cases long black wigs – for The Most Wuthering Heights Day Ever.

Events have previously taken place in places such as Sydney, Copenhagen, Berlin, Folkestone and Preston.

This particular "Mass Wuther" perhaps has an even stronger claim than most – it's held on Penistone Hill, not far from the famous Brontë parsonage in Haworth, in the Pennines.

From the field on a clear day can be seen the ruined farmhouse of Top Withens, believed to be the inspiration for the titular farmhouse of Brontë's novel. (Fiona Callow)

The Spinoff (New Zealand) does the same for the Dunedin event: 

It’s a bitterly cold Dunedin morning when a bright red wave of Kate Bush lookalikes gathers in the Octagon to dance. By noon, the temperature is a brutal four degrees (feels like -0, according to the weather app), and as the winter sun peeks through the grey clouds above Dunedin’s city centre, the group of dancers dressed in red waits quietly. When the opening piano notes of Kate Bush’s song ‘Wuthering Heights’ burst out, they begin to move in unison, lifting their arms and waving them above their heads. As their crimson clothes blow in the icy wind, Bush sings the famous line that today takes on a new meaning: “Heathcliff it’s me, I’m Cathy, I’ve come home… I’m so cold.” (Tara Ward)

Or BBC in Bristol,  Euronews, The Jonesboro Sun, The Adelaide Advertiser, Hello Rayo, in Folkestone...

Parade reminds us how the song was born:

For her debut album called The Kick Inside, Bush’s first official single was “Wuthering Heights.” Inspired by the classic novel of the same name by Emily Brontë, Bush wrote the track in the span of one night the year before, when she was just 18 years old.

Still a teenager by the time the song officially came out, Bush’s music was an impressive success and a huge start to her career. In particular, “Wuthering Heights” gained a lot of fans.

The song is a story told from the perspective of the character Catherine Earnshaw after her death, when she’s a ghost pleading with her former love, Heathcliff. Just like how she wrote the song in a few hours, Bush also recorded her vocals for the tune in one take.

The mixing for “Wuthering Heights” took place over the course of one night as well, starting at midnight and going until around six in the morning. Music engineer Jon Kelly recalled working with Bush on the song. (Devon Forward)

And The Times includes Haworth among the most beautiful places in England:

 6. Haworth, West Yorkshire

A steam train service arrives at Haworth in West Yorkshire, one of the most beautiful places in England

You may not think that you know this Yorkshire town, but you’ve probably seen its steep street, which climbs up the valley of the River Worth, on screen. Haworth is popular with location scouts for film and TV, and many of its lugubrious millstone grit houses have become whimsical shops selling everything from hemlock candles and vintage dresses to “fat tyke” biscuits. The town has one foot in another era, especially when the steam locomotives from the Keighley & Worth Valley Railway chunter into its station. The Brontë sisters grew up in the parsonage at the top of the street — it is now a museum that details how claustrophobic and intense their upbringing must have been. Further uphill from the parsonage, the moors beckon anyone who wants to wuther a few heights. We’d recommend staying close to the Brontë parsonage in the thoughtfully renovated boutique guesthouse Weavers of Haworth. (Andrew Eanes)

TodoLiteratura (in Spanish) has a piece on Wuthering Heights: 

Cumbres Borrascosas pertenece a ese linaje, y así se lee mayoritariamente: como una historia de amor imposible entre Catherine Earnshaw y Heathcliff, una pasión tan poderosa que ni la muerte logra extinguirla.

Es una lectura legítima pero incompleta porque Emily Brontë no escribió solo una historia de amor. Escribió al mismo tiempo una novela de terror.

El terror que Brontë explora es más moderno y perturbador que el terror gótico popular en aquella época: el miedo que puede causar la convivencia doméstica con alguien que nos odia. La diferencia esencial entre Cumbres Borrascosas y sus predecesores en el género del amor obsesivo es que aquí la pasión no se consuma ni se frustra en un instante glorioso: se pudre durante décadas, se transforma en rencor sistemático y aplasta a quienes tienen la desgracia de estar cerca. No hay ningún Romeo que muera joven y hermoso. Hay un Heathcliff que vive demasiado tiempo.

La pasión de Heathcliff por Catherine es real e irreductible, y la novela la trata con toda su complejidad, tal y como veremos en el apartado siguiente. Frente a esto, lo que define a Heathcliff como personaje no es lo que siente por Catherine, sino lo que hace con ese sentimiento cuando la sociedad —y la propia Catherine— lo rechaza por su origen. Lo que comienza como un malentendido marcado por la confusión entre lo que Catherine siente y lo que cree que debe ser desencadena en Heathcliff un odio que se vuelve sistemáticamente contra quienes no tienen ninguna culpa: Isabella Linton, su esposa, a la que somete con crueldad calculada; y la segunda generación, a la que manipula y arruina sin remedio.  (Read more) (Translation) (Eduardo Antuña Zarzuelo)

The Sun visits Brontë country:

Wuthering Heights of Opulence. I visited the English region made famous by Wuthering Heights with old-fashioned villages and celeb-visited hotels. (...)

Despite the changeable weather – one minute I’d be battered by gusts that pierced like kitchen knives, the next smothered in mist then bathed in sunshine – I instantly fell head over heels in love with the moors.

Emily Brontë and her sisters Charlotte and Anne grew to adore these wilds, right on their doorstep.

I hiked to ruined farmstead called Top Withens, said to have inspired Wuthering Heights the fictional home of Cathy.

A further trek then took me to the Brontë Waterfall, Brontë Bridge, and Brontë Chair rock (in the shape of a seat), which were all places close to the sisters’ hearts. 

Back in Haworth, the limestone cottages and cobbled main street lined with gift shops, cafes and pubs had an old-fashioned charm.

At the sisters’ old home, now the Brontë Parsonage Museum, I saw the simple wooden table where they used to write. (Fiona Whitty)

Washington Blade announces the upcoming production in Washington D.C. of Brontë Sister House Party:

Nu Sass, a company that promotes marginalized genders in all aspects of theater, presents Courtney Bailey’s “Brontë Sister House Party” (Aug. 14-Sept. 12) at Van Ness on Main Street (4340 Connecticut Ave., NW). In life, the Brontë Sisters, Emily, Charlotte, and Anne, wrote their 19th century English lit classics in the virtual isolation of their father’s remote York parsonage. Now, stuck in purgatory, they’re suffering through party after party in an endless time loop. For them, hosting is truly hell, until they finally find a way to make it tolerable. (Patrick Folliard)

Libreriamo (Italy) unpacks Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights quote: "I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind." Of course, with a sloppy AI illustration:

In conclusione, la citazione ci consegna una straordinaria meditazione sull’interiorità umana. Ci ricorda che siamo anche, e forse soprattutto, ciò che abbiamo sognato. Che non tutto ciò che conta deve essere realizzato per essere vero. Che alcune delle nostre trasformazioni più autentiche derivano non da eventi visibili, ma da visioni invisibili, che attraversano il tempo e noi stessi. Ed è forse proprio in questa alterazione silenziosa che si nasconde la vera poesia dell’essere. (Patrizio Lo Votrico) (Translation)

Times Now News compiles some beautiful and/or brutal love confessions in literature (with a lot of sloppy AI illustrations), quoting Wuthering Heights. AnneBrontë.org posts about when Charlotte Brontë quietly used her connections with publisher George Smith to help friend Harriet Martineau attempt a secret, anonymous return to novel-writing in 1851 — a book that was ultimately never published.