Miss Pym and a Friend

Miss Pym and a Friend

Friday, February 27, 2026

Found Each Other, Saved Two More; a Review of the new film Wuthering Heights

 

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The old saying goes about some couples, “found each other, saved two more.” It could be the subtitle of the 2026 film Wuthering Heights, very loosely based on Emily Bronte’s novel, really a poem in prose. While the classic Merle Oberon/Laurence Olivier film remained closer to the book, albeit with a sappy ending where Heathcliff’s and Cathy’s ghosts drift off into the moors towards eternal bliss, the new film starring    Margot Robbie (The Barbie Movie) creates new characters while shedding many of the old.

The clueless narrator of the novel is gone.  The scene where Cathy’s host attempts to enter her old room and scares the narrator silly is gone.  Cathy’s cupboard and her journal (Catherine Earnshaw-her book) is gone. Barring the absence of the cupboard bed, Wuthering Heights the house is portrayed exactly as portrayed in the novel.

                                            Olivier and Oberon as Heathcliff and Cathy



Thrushcross Grange is magnificent, and even has it’s own doll house version complete with dolls of Cathy and Isabella.  Isabella Linton has a tiny house in her own room. Marot Robbie had something to do with the production of the film, and she played a doll. Dolls appear as props throughout, including Punch and Judy Puppets, and wooden dolls.  There is a wax doll that makes an appearance, and rag dolls hanging from nooses.  Some of the dolls are not of the time; the novel takes place during the late 18th century, and the wax doll and wooden dolls (Grodnertal types) appear to be of a later date.  Some of the magnificent jewelry Caty wears also seems to be later, as are the Christmas trees outside Thrush Grange.  The anachronistic elements seem to work, though, and give the setting of the film a surrealistic air.  Please note that 18th century doll houses were very popular for adults.

Joseph is no longer and old man who speaks in nearly incomprehensible dialect.  He is now a young pervert who engages in S&M sex play with Zillah that incorporates a scold’s bridle. He also slaughters animals and is a randy nuisance (in this humble author’s opinion). According to my wonderful professor, Dr. Dorothy Parkander, Joseph’s dialect in the novel was a flaw, but a necessary one, part of the novel’s core. 

Heathcliff is well, very well acted in the new film.  Another mystery/flaw in the novel according to Dr. Parkander is the hint in the novel that Heathcliff may be Mr. Earnshaw’s son, albeit illegitimate.  As such, his relationship to Cathy is doomed as incestuous; she is his half sister in that scenario.  Also, Heathcliff, though he wouldn’t’ have been a first son, still may have had some birthright, which the oldest Earnshaw boy stole from him when he brutalized Heathcliff and treated him like a servant after his father died.

The opening scenes are brutal; there is brutality throughout the film.  Public hangings were a means of entertainment; there is excitement later on Isabella’s part as she describes the hanging of a woman.  She’s never heard of such a thing; but many women were hanged in England.  There are descriptions of these hangings in Moll Flanders, Frankenstein and Tess of the D’Urbervilles.  In my own book, Capital Punishment in Popular Culture, Toys, Games and Nursery Rhymes-Toying with Death, (Cambridge Scholars Publishing), I include tables with names of women hanged in England.

The film’s landscaping is breathtaking.  The cinematography is original.  Martin Clues, a combination of Mr. Earnshaw and the oldest son, does an amazing job.  His character is both loathsome and poignant.

This film is wroth seeing, and has some terrific acting, but it is not the novel.  Emily Bronte may well have enjoyed it. But, for me, I have to say I still love the book.  I’m privileged to own Anne Rice’s copy, and am inspired whenever I read it.  My views of Heathcliff have changed; I felt sympathy for him, and blamed his actions on the brutality he faced as a child.  But, my last reading, I decided he was a jack ass.  Cathy has never held my sympathy. Too many people suffered and died because of her.  They deserve each other , and are narcissists.




The book is not a romance; it’s about property rights and family placement.  It’s a cautionary tale of how misplaced love can ruin. Plus, there is an Ellen in it; Ellen is Nelly Dean's real name. Emily Bronte apparently based her story on some newspaper clippings she found.  She created a contrast in worlds, full of unforgettable characters.  The film, in its own way, does the same.

 


Thursday, January 8, 2026

The Book Woman's Daughter

 

The Book Woman’s Daughter by Kim Michele Richardson

 

The Plantagenet Family

I recently read this wonderful book for my AAUW book group.  There are references to Barbara Pym’s Excellent Women, Rachel Field’s Hitty, and Rumer Godden’s The Dolls’ House, descriptions of dolls, and discussions of legal proceedings, including in the notes, allusions to Loving v. Virginia.

If ever a book were written for me, this is it.  I wrote my dissertation on Pym, and Godden wrote to me when I was writing it.  I also wrote a book on Pym’s work, The Subversion of Romance in the Novels of Barbara Pym.  I also wrote about The Dolls’ House, and Hitty.  We have Hitty dolls in the museum collection, a Pym doll, and our favorite doll house is called Plantagenet house after Godden’s doll house family.

Here are some references in this lyrical, beautifully written novel:

P. 51:  “I added Robert Hichens’s novel Strange Lady and a novel by Barbara Pym, Excellent Women, that sounded humorous.”

P. 79:  The narrator brings her friend Peal who works in the fire tower a copy of Excellent Women.

P.77: Describes to “old stuffed toys” strewn across Pearl’s bed.  A cloth baby doll wore a “faded flowery seersucker dress stitched up a few times.”  The doll had a hand painted face.  Along side the doll was a “worn, dark-brown horse with a soft golden mane, tail and matching button eyes . . . “  When she sees them, Honey, the narrator, remembers her own stuffed doll and teddy bear.

P. 141:  Honey gives Bonnie, her coal miner friend Bonnie, a copy of Field’s Hitty.

P. 285:  Reference to The Dolls’ House.

Hitty, gift of the late Stephanie Hammonds

Friday, October 3, 2025

RIP Patricia Routledge

 We salute the memory of Patricia Routledge, immortalized as Hyacinth Bucket, pronounced Bouquet, and Hetty Wainthrop, PI. 

She also played Barbara Pym in Miss Pym's Day Out. I wrote about her as the embodiment of Pym's Excellent Woman in my dissertation, and later in The Subversion of Romance in the Novels of Barbara Pym.

She died in her late nineties, and was active till the end.  There aren't many actresses or comediennes like her, but she will not be forgotten.




Tuesday, June 3, 2025

Birthday

 Happy Birthday,  Miss Pym.  Found a gorgeous complete works of Charlotte and Emily Bronte to celebrate.  


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Thursday, January 18, 2024

Friday, May 19, 2023

Our Guest Blogger; Dr. David Levy of Jarnac Observatory- a Poem for his late Wife, a most Excellent Woman

Skyward June 2023 Wendee among the stars
David H. Levy Never in my life did I appreciate the peace and beauty of the night sky as I do now. It offers solace; it brings peace. And now more than eight months since my wife Wendee’s death, it is an easy reminder of why I love the sky. Over many years, I have been reading brief poems for multiple online and personal sessions. One of my favourites is the Denver Astronomical Society, which I first joined in May of 1963 while I was a patient at the Jewish National Home for Asthmatic Children in Denver. Recently they even elected me as their poet laureate. Like the night sky, poetry brings peace. The days go on; I watch the news, the details of war, of debt, of artificial intelligence well beyond my own, of murder, theft, and lies. But as the Sun sinks in the west, the shadow of our planet rises in the east, and with the daily darkening of the sky comes a bigger picture. The Universe does not care about the details; our days and years are nanoseconds in the cosmic timescale. But when we look toward the sky, with our eyes in the hope of catching a shooting star, through binoculars to make out a new pattern of stars, or with a telescope to celebrate a planet’s rings or a far-off galaxy, we can enter that cosmic picture and be part of it for a brief time. In my professional life, I have tried to connect the night sky to poetry, but those rhymes are rarely my own. I make an exception this month. Besides raising my insight and bringing me peace, I find nothing that so stirs my heart as the joy of the night sky. Each day I awake; today is the day! I look toward her, she is not there. My heart goes on, but do I care? Will anything—anything—let in some ray. The night is dark, as dark as coal. The sky is stars from west to east From south to north, just like a feast A pill, heav’n sent to calm my soul. A telescope stands, it stands and waits For my eye, it asks, “just one brief look.” Forward through space, like an open book; And back through time, open wide the gates. I see a star; why is it there? Lapis philosophorum, philosopher’s stone That strikes the night, it ushers me home As part of a pattern to learn, I dare. But reason not. General relativity; Gravity’s geometry, no speck of thought; No idea works, no system bought, A spacetime crash, to save its dignity. She’s part of me, a beam of light Among the stars, in the sky a plant Not there, but there, my soul enchant. From grief to joy, all through the night.

Wednesday, September 21, 2022

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Monday, September 19, 2022

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

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Flowers and Fall

Flowers and

For Pym and her friends, forever flower arranging, for Kate Greenaway and her language of flowers.




Sunday, July 24, 2022

Frances Glessner Lee; A Pioneer in a Male Dominated Field

 I shared a blog post called Our Wildest Dreams about Ms. Lee, who created the Forensic Pathology Department at Harvard.  During the forties and fifties, she used her skills as a miniaturist to create doll house rooms  representing unsolved murders.  The FBI still uses these rooms, and books and films have been done about them.  The post was taken down as "inappropriate."

Boys and girls, I'd like to remind us all that The First Amendment is still in effect.  It was an act of sexism and ignorance to remove the post I shared.  It told the historic biographical tale of a woman who is still considered an institution in criminology and legal studies, who continues to inspire those of us who work in this field today.  

Spring flings - shopping fun Pym would have loved




Sunday, June 5, 2022

Monday, March 14, 2022

Skyward for March 2022 by guest blogger David Levy

 


Once again, here is our guest blogger, Dr. David Levy.  This post is dedicated to the memory of our friend, Terry Dufek, avid astronomer and aficionado of action figures.

Skyward for March 2022

 


Picture Caption:  Eureka, one of my telescopes, is probably s bit
better than the one referred to in Wordsworth's 1806 poem Star Gazers.

Star Gazers

What crowd is this?  What have we here?  We must not pass it by;

A telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky…

n      William Wordsworth, 1806

 

While I was working on my master’s degree at Queen’s University in Canada some 42 years ago, I came across this poem, loved it, and decided to include it in my thesis.  Norman MacKenzie, my thesis advisor, a scholar and a genius, pencilled one comment at the bottom of this poem:  “Wordsworth wrote some wretched verse.”    Norman did not have much of a sense of humour, but I am still laughing at his written comment.   

In his poem, Wordsworth complains about how many people who look through a telescope are disappointed in what they see.  At no point in time is that idea more cogent than now.  If a telescope we look through cannot offer us a view as good as a space telescope, then that telescope is a failure. 

By the end of the poem, the crowd abandons the telescope:

 

One after one they take their turns, nor have I one espied

That doth not slackly go away, as if dissatisfied.

For me, the night sky is far more than our imagined perceptions of what we can see through a telescope.  Some of us can look at an internet photograph all day long, but not I.  The beauty of the sky lies in its reality. The planets I see are real worlds.  The constellations I point out to young observers contain real stars.  One evening I asked a group if they had seen the recent eclipse of the Moon.  “Yes,” answered one, “I saw it online.”  No, he didn’t.  Eclipses are real only if you see them in the sky, while they are happening.

It is a given that a back yard telescope will never show us Jupiter as detailed or as colorful as a telescope out in space will.  What that telescope does show us is the genuine sky, a sky without artificial color enhancement, a sky as it really exists on top of our heads on every clear night.   It shows us a sky untarnished by the trivial events of the day, and unspoiled by petty concerns that are bothering us.  Our own telescope truly shows us the Moon as it was a third of a second  ago,  a star as it appeared thirty-four years ago, or a galaxy as it appeared  twelve million years in the past.  Our back yard telescope shows us what is there, and unlike the crowd from 1806 that left dissatisfied, the people of today can understand that the sky they see is real.