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| Book Of A Lifetime: Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte (Independent) |
| To select the book of a lifetime is no easy task. Masterpieces clamour from all sides. My own shortlist would include Moby-Dick and Heart of Darkness, both watery tales, both dominated by men who are huge, flawed colossi. My book of a lifetime, however, is Wuthering Heights, in which another towering figure bestrides a wild place, and incarnates the elemental principle of storm. It confirms, ... |
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| Focus on Independent Filmmaking (Backstage.com) |
| Would-be scribes discover a Catch-22 as soon as they start nosing around for someone to turn their masterpieces into movies: Production companies typically don't accept material that doesn't come from a manager or agent, and managers and agents usually aren't interested in manuscripts from untested talent. |
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| Federer-Nadal: Quite a racket (Boston Globe) |
| Marat Safin may have lost his touch. He smashed and crumpled only one tennis racket yesterday during his audition with Roger Federer on Centre Court. His fans were disappointed. They expect more fireworks from the Russian of strong temper and physique, but the American Fourth of July custom means nothing to him. |
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