It’s good for me to see into this part of the American way of life. My life was so much different. One battle to another, one crisis to another. Working between crises to try and prevent a worse one. Trying to protect the homeland and The People and our way of life. Notoriously ungrateful mistresses.
Still, these glimpses into your artistic lifestyle reassure me it was not in vain. Any nation where people of the arts can gather freely and make art as they see fit, without Big Brother kibitzing, is still doing okay. You make art for us and for each other. Just as musicians play concerts for the rest of us, then jam for each other. You meet others of the arts and discuss freely among you. You draw or write for each other, influencing and improving each other. This is good.
I was a warrior so my grandson could be a merchant, and his grandson, a poet.
Thanks for the glimpses into a lifestyle of which I have no experience. It reassures me we’re still doing fine, despite what MSNBC, Fox and the pundits on both sides say.
Alice
I’m afraid Wuthering Heights is not better in book form. I read it years ago and felt scarred by how broken and messed up everyone was. In my mind, anyone who called this a great and passionate love story needed to have their head checked. That being said, I like a lot of things that have come out of Wuthering Heights, such as Kate Bush’s “Wuthering Heights” song, or even better, the Ukelele Orchestra’s take on Kate Bush’s song, complete with the sound of wind and goats. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF0VaBxb27w
Do yourself a HUGE favor and do NOT read Wuthering Heights. It is a terrible book full of awful people and should rightfully fade into obscurity. If you *must* know, just read the summary in Wikipedia.
I wouldn’t really wish this on you, I want you to know, but since you’ve already confronted “Wuthering Heights”…
It wasn’t this book but “Jane Eyre” that Jean Rhys read in 1907, and it so appalled and upset her that fifty years later she penned the tale of Bertha Mason, Rochester’s Creole wife he locked into his attic. Rhys made her entry into this peculiar madhouse comprehensible and even humane, though the story of course ends with the fire. The characters are still appalling, their fates just as grotesque, but the difference in perspective (Rhys was herself Caribbean) throws a new perspective on these wretched, ‘romantic’ people and the fates they met.
If you determine your research must take you farther down the Bronte path I would choose “The Wide Sargasso Sea” to complete the journey begun in “Jane Eyre.” At spectacularly appalling cost. I must say the film version is no less wrenching; there are no shortcuts in the descent.
You can see some appalling things from the edge. But if you don’t go there and see, your education is limited and your humanity untested. At the cost of having the Abyss gaze also into you. Your choice. You may have guessed my own.
It’s good for me to see into this part of the American way of life. My life was so much different. One battle to another, one crisis to another. Working between crises to try and prevent a worse one. Trying to protect the homeland and The People and our way of life. Notoriously ungrateful mistresses.
Still, these glimpses into your artistic lifestyle reassure me it was not in vain. Any nation where people of the arts can gather freely and make art as they see fit, without Big Brother kibitzing, is still doing okay. You make art for us and for each other. Just as musicians play concerts for the rest of us, then jam for each other. You meet others of the arts and discuss freely among you. You draw or write for each other, influencing and improving each other. This is good.
I was a warrior so my grandson could be a merchant, and his grandson, a poet.
Thanks for the glimpses into a lifestyle of which I have no experience. It reassures me we’re still doing fine, despite what MSNBC, Fox and the pundits on both sides say.
I’m afraid Wuthering Heights is not better in book form. I read it years ago and felt scarred by how broken and messed up everyone was. In my mind, anyone who called this a great and passionate love story needed to have their head checked. That being said, I like a lot of things that have come out of Wuthering Heights, such as Kate Bush’s “Wuthering Heights” song, or even better, the Ukelele Orchestra’s take on Kate Bush’s song, complete with the sound of wind and goats. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF0VaBxb27w
Hahahahaha! š
Do yourself a HUGE favor and do NOT read Wuthering Heights. It is a terrible book full of awful people and should rightfully fade into obscurity. If you *must* know, just read the summary in Wikipedia.
Missing ‘D’ in “reading” When Marnie Was There.
Thank you! Fixed! š
Did you know that Hark, A Vagrant has severl strips on Wuthering Heights?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
That’s all we get since the site is mothballed indefinitely (possibly forever).
@Efogoto, yes! I adore Kate Beaton’s work! š
I wouldn’t really wish this on you, I want you to know, but since you’ve already confronted “Wuthering Heights”…
It wasn’t this book but “Jane Eyre” that Jean Rhys read in 1907, and it so appalled and upset her that fifty years later she penned the tale of Bertha Mason, Rochester’s Creole wife he locked into his attic. Rhys made her entry into this peculiar madhouse comprehensible and even humane, though the story of course ends with the fire. The characters are still appalling, their fates just as grotesque, but the difference in perspective (Rhys was herself Caribbean) throws a new perspective on these wretched, ‘romantic’ people and the fates they met.
If you determine your research must take you farther down the Bronte path I would choose “The Wide Sargasso Sea” to complete the journey begun in “Jane Eyre.” At spectacularly appalling cost. I must say the film version is no less wrenching; there are no shortcuts in the descent.
You can see some appalling things from the edge. But if you don’t go there and see, your education is limited and your humanity untested. At the cost of having the Abyss gaze also into you. Your choice. You may have guessed my own.