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Jane Eyre - revision

Having now read (and loved) Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë I understand that the 2011 film, which irritated me (although I loved the imagery!), really was an "interpretation" like so many films based on classics seem to be. So much was cut out, and parts were embellished. I also find that portrayals of Jane Eyre and Mr Rochester are often more tortured and gothic than they come across in the book. Rochester really isn't that broody. Although, my main gripe is that Rochester isn't supposed to be handsome - yet he is unceasingly presented as such. I guess they can't make someone attractive based on what they say and do instead of reliance on the physical. Which rather contradicts the whole point of the story - Jane, Rochester, and St John's characters altered, to my mind quite a bit. Ramblings of a mad woman I guess my notes to be - but not Bertha mad....

“You examine me, Miss Eyre,” said he: “do you think me handsome?”
I should, if I had deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before I was aware — “No, sir.”

From where do all these handsome Rochesters originate...?

"What fault do you find with me? I have all my limbs and features." - I will give the screenwriters props for that little in-joke though... Not for long...

Anyhoo, that's all for now from me.
But the topic will arise again, because Jane Eyre:

annE

A perfect article: Why Megan Follows and Kevin Sullivan's 1980s Anne is such a hard act to follow - Vanity Fair article

Bovary

Mia Wasikowska in Madame Bovary (2014).

Every book

I agree. Je suis tout à fait d'accorde.

Hey Girl

Classic Blunder

Penguin Little Black Classics

Thanks Mum. Plenty of hours of amusement to come, bite size forms of joy to be digested at leisure.

xx Isme

i. Dante: Love That Moves the Sun and Other Stars - n109

ii. Virginia Woolf: Flush - n120

iii. William Shakespeare: Is This a Dagger I See Before Me? - n113

iv. Charles Dickens: To Be Read At Dusk - n86

v. Jean de la Fontaine: The World is Full of Foolish Men - n83.

“When Mr Browning was gone, she called him to her an inflicted upon him the worst punishment he had ever known. First she slapped his ears - that was nothing; oddly enough the slap was rather to his liking; he would have welcomed another. But then she said in her sober, certain tones that she would never love him again. That shaft went to his heart. All these years they had lived together, shared everything together, and now, for one moment’s failure, she would never love him again. Then, as if to make her dismissal complete, she took the flowers that Mr Browning had brought her and began to put them in a case. It was an act, Flush thought, of calculated and deliberate malice; an act designed to make him feel his own insignificance completely." 

p41, Flush - Virginia Woolf

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