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NRPLUS MEMBER ARTICLE E very English major is familiar with Freudian, Marxist, feminist, and “queer” readings, contorting and cheapening even the most potent love story into a petty power grab. Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre, about a young woman who falls in love with her employer, is, like all great novels, susceptible to being hijacked by monomaniacal agenda-pushers.
Commendably, Sally Cookson’s 2015 adaptation for the National Theatre in coproduction with the Bristol Old Vic avoids this nasty habit. Cookson’s Jane Eyre, which was made available for online streaming last week