Sorry for the delay: turns out the gap from GCSE to A level was only slightly exaggerated.
The night before last I went to Bristol to see We Are Three Sisters: Blake Morrison’s reworking of Chekhov’s The Three Sisters to fit the lives of the Bronte sisters in Haworth. Unfortunately, it was a disappointment, although I seem to me in the minority thinking so. It was rife with inaccuracies and liberties with their true story, which would perhaps have been forgivable had it contained any artistic merit separate from being a biographical account of their lives; as it was, it had no intrinsic beauty, no strength of message and no real plot arc. In an attempt to cram in factual references to the Brontës and allusions to Chekhov, Morrison seemed to have lost the play's identity. I could easily spot excerpts from Charlotte Brontë’s letters, partly as they made such a refreshing change to the rest. That is not to say there were no touching moments: Emily’s description of Haworth’s graveyard setting struck home, and Tabby was particularly well acted. It seems I will have to wait till the school trip to Haworth (yay!) to get a stronger visual impression of their situation, however.
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