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螒谓蔚渭慰未伪蟻渭苇谓伪 螏蠄畏
螚 螝维胃蟻喂谓 魏伪喂 慰 围委胃魏位喂蠁 渭蔚纬伪位蠋谓慰蠀谓 渭伪味委. 韦慰 渭蔚位伪蠂蟻喂谓蠈 维蟽蟿蔚纬慰 伪纬蠈蟻喂 蟺慰蠀 慰 蟺伪蟿苇蟻伪蟼 蟿畏蟼 螝维胃蟻喂谓, o 魏蠉蟻喂慰蟼 螆蟻谓蟽慰, 苇蠁蔚蟻蔚 蟽蟿慰 蟽蟺委蟿喂 胃伪 纬委谓蔚喂 慰 蟽蠉谓蟿蟻慰蠁蠈蟼 蟿畏蟼 蟽蟿伪 蟺伪喂蠂谓委未喂伪 魏伪喂 慰 蔚魏位蔚魏蟿蠈蟼 蟿畏蟼 魏伪蟻未喂维蟼 蟿畏蟼. 螠蔚蟿维 蟿慰谓 胃维谓伪蟿慰 蟿慰蠀 魏蠀蟻委慰蠀 螆蟻谓蟽慰, 慰 伪未蔚位蠁蠈蟼 蟿畏蟼 螝维胃蟻喂谓 蟿伪蟺蔚喂谓蠋谓蔚喂 魏伪喂 渭蔚喂蠋谓蔚喂 蟿慰谓 围委胃魏位喂蠁, 蟽蟿蔚蟻蠋谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 蟿畏 渭蠈蟻蠁蠅蟽畏 魏伪喂 魏维胃蔚 蔚蠀魏伪喂蟻委伪 纬喂伪 蔚尉苇位喂尉畏. 螚 螝维胃蟻喂谓, 蟺喂蟽蟿蔚蠉慰谓蟿伪蟼 蠈蟿喂 慰 围委胃魏位喂蠁 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 伪谓蟿维尉喂蠈蟼 蟿畏蟼, 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽委味蔚喂 谓伪 蟺伪谓蟿蟻蔚蠀蟿蔚委 魏维蟺慰喂慰谓 维位位慰 魏伪喂 慰 围委胃魏位喂蠁 蟺喂魏蟻伪渭苇谓慰蟼 蠁蔚蠉纬蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰 蟽蟺委蟿喂.
螌蟿伪谓 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿蟻苇蠁蔚喂 位委纬伪 蠂蟻蠈谓喂伪 伪蟻纬蠈蟿蔚蟻伪, 畏 渭蔚蟿伪渭蠈蟻蠁蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 围委胃魏位喂蠁 蔚委谓伪喂 蔚谓蟿蠀蟺蠅蟽喂伪魏萎. 螌渭蠅蟼 蟺委蟽蠅 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰蠀蟼 蔚魏位蔚蟺蟿蠀蟽渭苇谓慰蠀蟼 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰蠀蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏蟻蠉尾蔚蟿伪喂 蟿慰 维蟽尾蔚蟽蟿慰 渭委蟽慰蟼 纬喂伪 蔚魏蔚委谓慰蠀蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰谓 蟿伪蟺蔚委谓蠅蟽伪谓 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 苇魏伪谓伪谓 谓伪 蠀蟺慰蠁苇蟻蔚喂. 韦慰 蟽伪蟿伪谓喂魏蠈 蟿慰蠀 渭蠀伪位蠈 渭畏蠂伪谓蔚蠉蔚蟿伪喂 苇谓伪 蠁慰尾蔚蟻蠈 蟽蠂苇未喂慰 蔚魏未委魏畏蟽畏蟼, 蟺慰蠀 蟽蟿慰 蟿苇位慰蟼 胃伪 魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿蟻苇蠄蔚喂 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 委未喂慰.
韦慰 渭蠀胃喂蟽蟿蠈蟻畏渭伪 蔚魏未蠈胃畏魏蔚 蟿慰 1847 魏伪喂 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 渭喂伪 蟽蠀谓伪蟻蟺伪蟽蟿喂魏萎, 胃蠀蔚位位蠋未畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 伪纬维蟺畏蟼. 危蟿畏谓 维纬蟻喂伪 蠁蠉蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 伪纬纬位喂魏慰蠉 尾慰蟻蟻维, 蟽蔚 苇谓伪 蟿慰蟺委慰 慰渭喂蠂位蠋未蔚蟼, 渭蔚位伪纬蠂慰位喂魏蠈 伪位位维 蟿伪蠀蟿蠈蠂蟻慰谓伪 伪蟺蔚喂位畏蟿喂魏蠈, 纬蔚谓谓喂苇蟿伪喂 慰 魏伪蟿伪蟻伪渭苇谓慰蟼 苇蟻蠅蟿伪蟼 蟿畏蟼 螝维胃蟻喂谓 魏伪喂 蟿慰蠀 围委胃魏位喂蠁. 螆谓伪蟼 苇蟻蠅蟿伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 胃伪 蠁苇蟻蔚喂 蟿畏 未蠀蟽蟿蠀蠂委伪 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 未蠀慰 萎蟻蠅蔚蟼 魏伪喂 蟽蟿伪 魏慰谓蟿喂谓维 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺伪.
芦螚 蟺喂慰 蠈渭慰蟻蠁畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 伪纬维蟺畏蟼 蠈位蠅谓 蟿蠅谓 蔚蟺慰蠂蠋谓禄.
螙慰蟻味 螠蟺伪蟿维喂纬
螌蟿伪谓 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿蟻苇蠁蔚喂 位委纬伪 蠂蟻蠈谓喂伪 伪蟻纬蠈蟿蔚蟻伪, 畏 渭蔚蟿伪渭蠈蟻蠁蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 围委胃魏位喂蠁 蔚委谓伪喂 蔚谓蟿蠀蟺蠅蟽喂伪魏萎. 螌渭蠅蟼 蟺委蟽蠅 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰蠀蟼 蔚魏位蔚蟺蟿蠀蟽渭苇谓慰蠀蟼 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰蠀蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏蟻蠉尾蔚蟿伪喂 蟿慰 维蟽尾蔚蟽蟿慰 渭委蟽慰蟼 纬喂伪 蔚魏蔚委谓慰蠀蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰谓 蟿伪蟺蔚委谓蠅蟽伪谓 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 苇魏伪谓伪谓 谓伪 蠀蟺慰蠁苇蟻蔚喂. 韦慰 蟽伪蟿伪谓喂魏蠈 蟿慰蠀 渭蠀伪位蠈 渭畏蠂伪谓蔚蠉蔚蟿伪喂 苇谓伪 蠁慰尾蔚蟻蠈 蟽蠂苇未喂慰 蔚魏未委魏畏蟽畏蟼, 蟺慰蠀 蟽蟿慰 蟿苇位慰蟼 胃伪 魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿蟻苇蠄蔚喂 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 委未喂慰.
韦慰 渭蠀胃喂蟽蟿蠈蟻畏渭伪 蔚魏未蠈胃畏魏蔚 蟿慰 1847 魏伪喂 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 渭喂伪 蟽蠀谓伪蟻蟺伪蟽蟿喂魏萎, 胃蠀蔚位位蠋未畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 伪纬维蟺畏蟼. 危蟿畏谓 维纬蟻喂伪 蠁蠉蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 伪纬纬位喂魏慰蠉 尾慰蟻蟻维, 蟽蔚 苇谓伪 蟿慰蟺委慰 慰渭喂蠂位蠋未蔚蟼, 渭蔚位伪纬蠂慰位喂魏蠈 伪位位维 蟿伪蠀蟿蠈蠂蟻慰谓伪 伪蟺蔚喂位畏蟿喂魏蠈, 纬蔚谓谓喂苇蟿伪喂 慰 魏伪蟿伪蟻伪渭苇谓慰蟼 苇蟻蠅蟿伪蟼 蟿畏蟼 螝维胃蟻喂谓 魏伪喂 蟿慰蠀 围委胃魏位喂蠁. 螆谓伪蟼 苇蟻蠅蟿伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 胃伪 蠁苇蟻蔚喂 蟿畏 未蠀蟽蟿蠀蠂委伪 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 未蠀慰 萎蟻蠅蔚蟼 魏伪喂 蟽蟿伪 魏慰谓蟿喂谓维 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺伪.
芦螚 蟺喂慰 蠈渭慰蟻蠁畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 伪纬维蟺畏蟼 蠈位蠅谓 蟿蠅谓 蔚蟺慰蠂蠋谓禄.
螙慰蟻味 螠蟺伪蟿维喂纬
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First published December 1, 1847
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Emily Bront毛
1,288听books12.7k听followersEmily Bront毛 was an English novelist and poet whose singular contribution to literature, Wuthering Heights, is now celebrated as one of the most powerful and original novels in the English language. Born into the remarkable Bront毛 family on 30 July 1818 in Thornton, Yorkshire, she was the fifth of six children of Maria Branwell and Patrick Bront毛, an Irish clergyman. Her early life was marked by both intellectual curiosity and profound loss. After the death of her mother in 1821 and the subsequent deaths of her two eldest sisters in 1825, Emily and her surviving siblings鈥� Charlotte, Anne, and Branwell鈥攚ere raised in relative seclusion in the moorland village of Haworth, where their imaginations flourished in a household shaped by books, storytelling, and emotional intensity.
The Bront毛 children created elaborate fictional worlds, notably Angria and later Gondal, which served as an outlet for their creative energies. Emily, in particular, gravitated toward Gondal, a mysterious, windswept imaginary land she developed with her sister Anne. Her early poetry, much of it steeped in the mythology and characters of Gondal, demonstrated a remarkable lyrical force and emotional depth. These poems remained private until discovered by Charlotte in 1845, after which Emily reluctantly agreed to publish them in the 1846 collection Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, using the pseudonym Ellis Bell to conceal her gender. Though the volume sold few copies, critics identified Emily鈥檚 poems as the strongest in the collection, lauding her for their music, power, and visionary quality.
Emily was intensely private and reclusive by nature. She briefly attended schools in Cowan Bridge and Roe Head but was plagued by homesickness and preferred the solitude of the Yorkshire moors, which inspired much of her work. She worked briefly as a teacher but found the demands of the profession exhausting. She also studied in Brussels with Charlotte in 1842, but again found herself alienated and yearning for home. Throughout her life, Emily remained closely bonded with her siblings, particularly Anne, and with the landscape of Haworth, where she drew on the raw, untamed beauty of the moors for both her poetry and her fiction.
Her only novel, Wuthering Heights, was published in 1847, a year after the poetry collection, under her pseudonym Ellis Bell. Initially met with a mixture of admiration and shock, the novel鈥檚 structure, emotional intensity, and portrayal of violent passion and moral ambiguity stood in stark contrast to the conventions of Victorian fiction. Many readers, unable to reconcile its power with the expected gentility of a woman writer, assumed it had been written by a man. The novel tells the story of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw鈥攖wo characters driven by obsessive love, cruelty, and vengeance鈥攁nd explores themes of nature, the supernatural, and the destructive power of unresolved emotion. Though controversial at the time, Wuthering Heights is now considered a landmark in English literature, acclaimed for its originality, psychological insight, and poetic vision.
Emily's personality has been the subject of much speculation, shaped in part by her sister Charlotte鈥檚 later writings and by Victorian biographies that often sought to romanticize or domesticate her character. While some accounts depict her as intensely shy and austere, others highlight her fierce independence, deep empathy with animals, and profound inner life. She is remembered as a solitary figure, closely attuned to the rhythms of the natural world, with a quiet but formidable intellect and a passion for truth and freedom. Her dog, Keeper, was a constant companion and, according to many, a window into her capacity for fierce, loyal love.
Emily Bront毛 died of tuberculosis on 19 December 1848 at the age of thirty, just a year after the publication of her novel. Her early death, following those of her brother Branwell and soon to
The Bront毛 children created elaborate fictional worlds, notably Angria and later Gondal, which served as an outlet for their creative energies. Emily, in particular, gravitated toward Gondal, a mysterious, windswept imaginary land she developed with her sister Anne. Her early poetry, much of it steeped in the mythology and characters of Gondal, demonstrated a remarkable lyrical force and emotional depth. These poems remained private until discovered by Charlotte in 1845, after which Emily reluctantly agreed to publish them in the 1846 collection Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, using the pseudonym Ellis Bell to conceal her gender. Though the volume sold few copies, critics identified Emily鈥檚 poems as the strongest in the collection, lauding her for their music, power, and visionary quality.
Emily was intensely private and reclusive by nature. She briefly attended schools in Cowan Bridge and Roe Head but was plagued by homesickness and preferred the solitude of the Yorkshire moors, which inspired much of her work. She worked briefly as a teacher but found the demands of the profession exhausting. She also studied in Brussels with Charlotte in 1842, but again found herself alienated and yearning for home. Throughout her life, Emily remained closely bonded with her siblings, particularly Anne, and with the landscape of Haworth, where she drew on the raw, untamed beauty of the moors for both her poetry and her fiction.
Her only novel, Wuthering Heights, was published in 1847, a year after the poetry collection, under her pseudonym Ellis Bell. Initially met with a mixture of admiration and shock, the novel鈥檚 structure, emotional intensity, and portrayal of violent passion and moral ambiguity stood in stark contrast to the conventions of Victorian fiction. Many readers, unable to reconcile its power with the expected gentility of a woman writer, assumed it had been written by a man. The novel tells the story of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw鈥攖wo characters driven by obsessive love, cruelty, and vengeance鈥攁nd explores themes of nature, the supernatural, and the destructive power of unresolved emotion. Though controversial at the time, Wuthering Heights is now considered a landmark in English literature, acclaimed for its originality, psychological insight, and poetic vision.
Emily's personality has been the subject of much speculation, shaped in part by her sister Charlotte鈥檚 later writings and by Victorian biographies that often sought to romanticize or domesticate her character. While some accounts depict her as intensely shy and austere, others highlight her fierce independence, deep empathy with animals, and profound inner life. She is remembered as a solitary figure, closely attuned to the rhythms of the natural world, with a quiet but formidable intellect and a passion for truth and freedom. Her dog, Keeper, was a constant companion and, according to many, a window into her capacity for fierce, loyal love.
Emily Bront毛 died of tuberculosis on 19 December 1848 at the age of thirty, just a year after the publication of her novel. Her early death, following those of her brother Branwell and soon to
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November 10, 2023
I'm just on fire with so much admiration for Emily Bront毛 right now. Having read this book, I now understand why it鈥檚 generated such fierce controversy since its first publication in 1847. Why early reviews dismissed it as an aberration (with one pearl-clutching reviewer wondering 鈥渉ow a human being could have attempted such a book as the present without committing suicide before he had finished a dozen chapters鈥�) and why writers like Sylvia Plath and E.M. Forster, drawn to the complex and often contradictory open vein of the novel, went out of their way to reject such easy classifications.
This review is, in many ways, my attempt to understand how Wuthering Heights continues to enable many difficult and contradictory stances even today, entrenching its legacy as one of the most dynamic and generative novels of the 19th century.
The first element that makes Wuthering Heights so interesting is form. The novel is presented as a series of second鈥攅ven third鈥攈and accounts, a story rehearsed and sanitized by multiple re-enactors with the reader being the last in a succession of interpreters. In other words, the story changes hands multiple times, often between hostile and uncomprehending narrators, before it makes its way to the reader. This structure is nuanced in multiple ways; it is also very tricky, for it depends entirely on the reader鈥檚 willingness to turn to Nelly鈥攖he central narrator鈥攆or an authoritative interpretation of the story. Nelly, however, is not a very sympathetic narrator, and her thinly veiled bias against (or for) the characters brings into question the validity of her account. We are forced into awareness, again and again, of the flawed nature of Nelly's interpretations and of the uncrossable distances that lie between what we are reading and what the story is. It is precisely this awareness which challenges us to take nothing at face value and demands our active participation in the process of meaning-making.
To put it differently: faced with the possibility of the novel as the culmination of a flawed鈥攅ven failed鈥攊nterpretation, one can only read Wuthering Heights with a kind of longing, with the desire to get close to something inconsolable, just beyond reach. Therein lies, the novel says, the potential for true understanding: in the underground currents of emotion, the not-easily-reached places far beneath the surface of what the reader can see and understand. It is this frame of reference鈥攈owever flawed, failed, or imperfect鈥攖hat gives the characters a context in which we can begin to accept, understand, and grapple for their ultimate depths.
This brings us to the second element which makes Wuthering Heights such productive fodder for interpretation: the characters. In a story that is told at one, two, sometimes three removes, Bront毛鈥檚 characters are not at all remote. Bront毛 brings a depth of anguish to the characters and engages our compassion no matter how unflattering and biased the gaze through which we see them. This is nowhere as gorgeously epitomized as in the characters of Heathcliff and Catherine, with whom lays the broken heart of Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff鈥檚 vehemence, his grief and naked want, Catherine鈥檚 selfishness, her strain and struggle against the confines of her life鈥攖hese things are rendered so honestly and so rawly in a way that appealed to me despite, sometimes because of, their deep abiding wrongness. Wuthering Heights is not just a story about a 鈥渢oxic鈥� romantic attachment between two deeply broken and detestable characters. In fact, to argue the degree to which Heathcliff and Catherine鈥檚 relationship was 鈥渢oxic鈥� or 鈥減roblematic鈥� seems less relevant to me than the incontrovertible fact that in a world that would not let them be whole, Catherine and Heathcliff lent meaning to each other. To me, this is where the simple truth of Wuthering Heights lies: in Catherine and Heathcliff's longing to be recognized by each other in a way that defies and transcends 鈥渟eparation,鈥� and in the subsequent void and loss they suffer when one is intolerably deprived of the other.
Wuthering Heights returns over and over to this theme of identity through the other, the desire to be defined in terms of an 鈥渆xistence鈥� beyond鈥� our 鈥渃ontained鈥� selves. For Catherine and Heathcliff, their very sense of 鈥渟elf鈥� was sustained through the bond of devotion they forged between them in childhood, back when they were flashing with youth and magic and hunger, and their passion for each other has always illuminated the gap between who they longed to be, and who they actually were. Invoking Heathcliff, Catherine confesses to Nelly at one point that 鈥淗e's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.鈥� In this way, Wuthering Heights is so truthful about what it means to be human: to desire to be known by another as intimately, as completely, as one knows their own image in a mirror, to love and despise and long for and tire of each other because it is a much merciful fate than a lifetime of emptiness, silence, and absence.
Under this light, it is easy to understand Heathcliff鈥檚 and Catherine鈥檚 unraveling, and in understanding, to love and pity them. We understand that in losing Heathcliff, Catherine lost her life, and in losing her, Heathcliff lost himself. All the proofs of passion, all the crawling devotions that sustained him in youth have yielded to nothingness, and somewhere inside Heathcliff a dam has broken, with nothing in its stead to stave off the madness of being alone, or to ward off the unpurged ghosts of a brutal past.
Through Heathcliff鈥檚 unraveling, Bront毛 lays a carefully layered, generational look at the reverberating effects of trauma and what it costs to give others so much power over us. Raised with the stigma of illegitimacy and of deviancy (and potentially of race, but that鈥檚 an essay for another day), and subjected to a childhood of casual abuse, name-calling and cruelty, Heathcliff spends the years following Catherine鈥檚 death trying to methodically reproduce his traumatic past, his experiences of degradation and loss, in others. Heathcliff, ultimately, does not just preserve the memory of Catherine, which he feels bound to, but rather transform it into something else, into a display of his wound in full.
It is impossible not to feel at once entranced and horrified and rocked by the horror of what Heathcliff becomes, not to ache with sympathy for a younger version of Heathcliff. But I found myself hurting more for Cathy, Hareton, and Linton, and the complex, many-generationed hatreds that twisted between them. Wuthering Heights paints one of the clearest portraits of generational trauma that I鈥檝e ever read. Bront毛's use of intimate domestic spaces as prison, her disfiguring of family into a site for violence, evil, and struggle, and her deliberate re-creation of past trauma in the second generation鈥攊s masterful. The result is a novel that understands so thoroughly, so completely, and with bone-deep care that the scars inflicted by childhood abuse, by trauma, by the generational inheritance of atrocious memory, do not just fade away; they stay and linger and fester until we all become a casualty of each other.
That Wuthering Heights was conceived and published before the advent of psychology is absolutely wild to me. The novel is a profoundly haunting experience of a book, one that I am sure will dog my thoughts for a very, very long time.
This review is, in many ways, my attempt to understand how Wuthering Heights continues to enable many difficult and contradictory stances even today, entrenching its legacy as one of the most dynamic and generative novels of the 19th century.
The first element that makes Wuthering Heights so interesting is form. The novel is presented as a series of second鈥攅ven third鈥攈and accounts, a story rehearsed and sanitized by multiple re-enactors with the reader being the last in a succession of interpreters. In other words, the story changes hands multiple times, often between hostile and uncomprehending narrators, before it makes its way to the reader. This structure is nuanced in multiple ways; it is also very tricky, for it depends entirely on the reader鈥檚 willingness to turn to Nelly鈥攖he central narrator鈥攆or an authoritative interpretation of the story. Nelly, however, is not a very sympathetic narrator, and her thinly veiled bias against (or for) the characters brings into question the validity of her account. We are forced into awareness, again and again, of the flawed nature of Nelly's interpretations and of the uncrossable distances that lie between what we are reading and what the story is. It is precisely this awareness which challenges us to take nothing at face value and demands our active participation in the process of meaning-making.
To put it differently: faced with the possibility of the novel as the culmination of a flawed鈥攅ven failed鈥攊nterpretation, one can only read Wuthering Heights with a kind of longing, with the desire to get close to something inconsolable, just beyond reach. Therein lies, the novel says, the potential for true understanding: in the underground currents of emotion, the not-easily-reached places far beneath the surface of what the reader can see and understand. It is this frame of reference鈥攈owever flawed, failed, or imperfect鈥攖hat gives the characters a context in which we can begin to accept, understand, and grapple for their ultimate depths.
This brings us to the second element which makes Wuthering Heights such productive fodder for interpretation: the characters. In a story that is told at one, two, sometimes three removes, Bront毛鈥檚 characters are not at all remote. Bront毛 brings a depth of anguish to the characters and engages our compassion no matter how unflattering and biased the gaze through which we see them. This is nowhere as gorgeously epitomized as in the characters of Heathcliff and Catherine, with whom lays the broken heart of Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff鈥檚 vehemence, his grief and naked want, Catherine鈥檚 selfishness, her strain and struggle against the confines of her life鈥攖hese things are rendered so honestly and so rawly in a way that appealed to me despite, sometimes because of, their deep abiding wrongness. Wuthering Heights is not just a story about a 鈥渢oxic鈥� romantic attachment between two deeply broken and detestable characters. In fact, to argue the degree to which Heathcliff and Catherine鈥檚 relationship was 鈥渢oxic鈥� or 鈥減roblematic鈥� seems less relevant to me than the incontrovertible fact that in a world that would not let them be whole, Catherine and Heathcliff lent meaning to each other. To me, this is where the simple truth of Wuthering Heights lies: in Catherine and Heathcliff's longing to be recognized by each other in a way that defies and transcends 鈥渟eparation,鈥� and in the subsequent void and loss they suffer when one is intolerably deprived of the other.
Wuthering Heights returns over and over to this theme of identity through the other, the desire to be defined in terms of an 鈥渆xistence鈥� beyond鈥� our 鈥渃ontained鈥� selves. For Catherine and Heathcliff, their very sense of 鈥渟elf鈥� was sustained through the bond of devotion they forged between them in childhood, back when they were flashing with youth and magic and hunger, and their passion for each other has always illuminated the gap between who they longed to be, and who they actually were. Invoking Heathcliff, Catherine confesses to Nelly at one point that 鈥淗e's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.鈥� In this way, Wuthering Heights is so truthful about what it means to be human: to desire to be known by another as intimately, as completely, as one knows their own image in a mirror, to love and despise and long for and tire of each other because it is a much merciful fate than a lifetime of emptiness, silence, and absence.
Under this light, it is easy to understand Heathcliff鈥檚 and Catherine鈥檚 unraveling, and in understanding, to love and pity them. We understand that in losing Heathcliff, Catherine lost her life, and in losing her, Heathcliff lost himself. All the proofs of passion, all the crawling devotions that sustained him in youth have yielded to nothingness, and somewhere inside Heathcliff a dam has broken, with nothing in its stead to stave off the madness of being alone, or to ward off the unpurged ghosts of a brutal past.
Through Heathcliff鈥檚 unraveling, Bront毛 lays a carefully layered, generational look at the reverberating effects of trauma and what it costs to give others so much power over us. Raised with the stigma of illegitimacy and of deviancy (and potentially of race, but that鈥檚 an essay for another day), and subjected to a childhood of casual abuse, name-calling and cruelty, Heathcliff spends the years following Catherine鈥檚 death trying to methodically reproduce his traumatic past, his experiences of degradation and loss, in others. Heathcliff, ultimately, does not just preserve the memory of Catherine, which he feels bound to, but rather transform it into something else, into a display of his wound in full.
It is impossible not to feel at once entranced and horrified and rocked by the horror of what Heathcliff becomes, not to ache with sympathy for a younger version of Heathcliff. But I found myself hurting more for Cathy, Hareton, and Linton, and the complex, many-generationed hatreds that twisted between them. Wuthering Heights paints one of the clearest portraits of generational trauma that I鈥檝e ever read. Bront毛's use of intimate domestic spaces as prison, her disfiguring of family into a site for violence, evil, and struggle, and her deliberate re-creation of past trauma in the second generation鈥攊s masterful. The result is a novel that understands so thoroughly, so completely, and with bone-deep care that the scars inflicted by childhood abuse, by trauma, by the generational inheritance of atrocious memory, do not just fade away; they stay and linger and fester until we all become a casualty of each other.
That Wuthering Heights was conceived and published before the advent of psychology is absolutely wild to me. The novel is a profoundly haunting experience of a book, one that I am sure will dog my thoughts for a very, very long time.
January 19, 2019
This is my favourite book. I do not say that lightly - I've read quite a lot from all different genres - but this is my favourite book. Of all time. Ever. The ladies over at kindly allowed me to get my feelings of utter adoration for off my chest in their "Year of the Classics" feature, but I now realise it's time I posted a little something in this blank review space. I mean, come on, it's my favourite book so it deserves better than empty nothingness.
So, what do I love so much about ?Everything. Okay, maybe not. That wouldn't really be saying it strongly enough.
What I love about this novel is the setting; the wilderness. This is not a story about niceties and upper class propriety. This is the tale of people who aren't so socially acceptable, who live away from the strict rules of civilization - it's almost as if they're not quite from the world we know. The isolation of the setting out on the Yorkshire moors between the fictional dwellings of The Heights and Thrushcross Grange emphasises how far removed these characters are from social norms, how unconventional they are, and how lonely they are.
This is a novel for readers who can appreciate unlikeable characters; readers who don't have to like someone to achieve a certain level of understanding of them and their circumstances. People are not born evil... so what makes them that way? What torments a man so much that he refuses to believe he has any worth? What kind of person digs up the grave of their loved one so they can see them once again? Heathcliff was not created to be liked or to earn your forgiveness. simply tells his story from the abusive and unloved childhood he endured, to his obsession with the only person alive who showed him any real kindness, to his adulthood as an angry, violent man who beats his wife and imprisons the younger Cathy in order to make her marry his son.
It would be so easy to hate Heathcliff, and I don't feel that he is some dark, sexy hero like others often do. But I appreciate what attempts to teach us about the cycle of violence and aggression. Heathcliff eventually becomes little more than the man he hates. By being brought up with beatings and anger he in turn unleashes it on everyone else. And Cathy is no delicate flower either. What hope did Heathcliff have when the only person he ever loved was so selfish and vindictive? But I love for creating such imperfect, screwed-up characters.
This is a dark novel that deals with some very complicated people, but I think in the end we are offered the possibility of peace and happiness through Cathy (younger) and Hareton's relationship, and the suggestion that Cathy (older) and Heathcliff were reunited in the afterlife. I had an English teacher in high school that said Cathy and Heathcliff's personalities and their relationship were too much for this world and that peace was only possible for them in the next. I have no idea if this was something Ms Bronte intended, but the romantic in me likes to imagine that it's true.
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So, what do I love so much about ?
What I love about this novel is the setting; the wilderness. This is not a story about niceties and upper class propriety. This is the tale of people who aren't so socially acceptable, who live away from the strict rules of civilization - it's almost as if they're not quite from the world we know. The isolation of the setting out on the Yorkshire moors between the fictional dwellings of The Heights and Thrushcross Grange emphasises how far removed these characters are from social norms, how unconventional they are, and how lonely they are.
This is a novel for readers who can appreciate unlikeable characters; readers who don't have to like someone to achieve a certain level of understanding of them and their circumstances. People are not born evil... so what makes them that way? What torments a man so much that he refuses to believe he has any worth? What kind of person digs up the grave of their loved one so they can see them once again? Heathcliff was not created to be liked or to earn your forgiveness. simply tells his story from the abusive and unloved childhood he endured, to his obsession with the only person alive who showed him any real kindness, to his adulthood as an angry, violent man who beats his wife and imprisons the younger Cathy in order to make her marry his son.
It would be so easy to hate Heathcliff, and I don't feel that he is some dark, sexy hero like others often do. But I appreciate what attempts to teach us about the cycle of violence and aggression. Heathcliff eventually becomes little more than the man he hates. By being brought up with beatings and anger he in turn unleashes it on everyone else. And Cathy is no delicate flower either. What hope did Heathcliff have when the only person he ever loved was so selfish and vindictive? But I love for creating such imperfect, screwed-up characters.
This is a dark novel that deals with some very complicated people, but I think in the end we are offered the possibility of peace and happiness through Cathy (younger) and Hareton's relationship, and the suggestion that Cathy (older) and Heathcliff were reunited in the afterlife. I had an English teacher in high school that said Cathy and Heathcliff's personalities and their relationship were too much for this world and that peace was only possible for them in the next. I have no idea if this was something Ms Bronte intended, but the romantic in me likes to imagine that it's true.
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October 30, 2007
Certain novels come to you with pre-packaged expectations. They just seem to be part of literature's collective unconscious, even if they are completely outside of your own cultural referents. I, for instance, who have no particular knowledge of--or great love for--romantic, Anglo-Gothic fiction, came to Wuthering Heights with the assumption that I was picking up a melancholy ghost story of thwarted, passionate love and eternal obsession. Obsession turned out to be only accurate part of this presumption.
Having an image of Heathcliff and Cathy embracing -style on a windy moor ironed in my mind, I was almost completely unprepared for the hermetic, moribund, bleak, vengeful, perverse, and yes--obsessive--novel that this really is. Don Quixote is not about windmills and Wuthering Heights is not really a love story. Heathcliff and Cathy's love affair (if it can be called that) is a narcissistic ("I am Heathcliff!" Cathy exclaims at one point), possessive, and imminently cruel relationship predicated on self-denial and an obsessiveness that relies not on passion, but rather borders on hatred. They are selfish, violent, and contriving people who have borne their fair share of abuses (mostly Heathcliff in this respect) and in turn, feel no compunction about raining similar abuses on those who they find beneath them.
Given this dynamic, it seems perhaps inevitable that these two characters would make not only themselves miserable, but everyone around them miserable--even after death. This is particularly easy to accomplish mainly because there are--with the exception of Mr. Lockwood, the tenant who rents a home from Heathcliff--no outside characters. Everyone in the novel (including the servants) is isolated, trapped between the same two homes, with the same two families, and have truly no chance of escaping any of the events and repercussions that occur.(One character makes a temporary escape, only to suffer all the more for it later.)
More important, however, is the fact that Heathcliff and Cathy don't even need be present (although they usually are in some fashion) for their influences to be felt by the other characters. The sins of the father, are literally, inherited and distributed among the next generation. The children of Wuthering Heights are not only physical doubles of their parents (At least 3 characters look like Cathy, and one resembles Heathcliff), but they are also spiritual stand-ins. They must suffer for past transgressions, and they must find a way to make amends for them. All, I might add, without the particular benefit of ever having the full story, the context that might be necessary to actually change their circumstances. Misery, it seems, is inevitable.
There is, of course, much more to be said about this novel. One could spend quite some time dissecting all the various repetitions and doublings, the narrative structure (the story is told by the housekeeper to the lodger who then writes it down as a diary entry), or the archetypal analogies and semi-biblical symbolism that seems to be implicit to every part of this story.
The point being, I suppose, that while Wuthering Heights may not be the wistful romance one (or maybe just I) expected to be, it is a particularly satisfying one for all of its dark and layered surprises.
Having an image of Heathcliff and Cathy embracing -style on a windy moor ironed in my mind, I was almost completely unprepared for the hermetic, moribund, bleak, vengeful, perverse, and yes--obsessive--novel that this really is. Don Quixote is not about windmills and Wuthering Heights is not really a love story. Heathcliff and Cathy's love affair (if it can be called that) is a narcissistic ("I am Heathcliff!" Cathy exclaims at one point), possessive, and imminently cruel relationship predicated on self-denial and an obsessiveness that relies not on passion, but rather borders on hatred. They are selfish, violent, and contriving people who have borne their fair share of abuses (mostly Heathcliff in this respect) and in turn, feel no compunction about raining similar abuses on those who they find beneath them.
Given this dynamic, it seems perhaps inevitable that these two characters would make not only themselves miserable, but everyone around them miserable--even after death. This is particularly easy to accomplish mainly because there are--with the exception of Mr. Lockwood, the tenant who rents a home from Heathcliff--no outside characters. Everyone in the novel (including the servants) is isolated, trapped between the same two homes, with the same two families, and have truly no chance of escaping any of the events and repercussions that occur.(One character makes a temporary escape, only to suffer all the more for it later.)
More important, however, is the fact that Heathcliff and Cathy don't even need be present (although they usually are in some fashion) for their influences to be felt by the other characters. The sins of the father, are literally, inherited and distributed among the next generation. The children of Wuthering Heights are not only physical doubles of their parents (At least 3 characters look like Cathy, and one resembles Heathcliff), but they are also spiritual stand-ins. They must suffer for past transgressions, and they must find a way to make amends for them. All, I might add, without the particular benefit of ever having the full story, the context that might be necessary to actually change their circumstances. Misery, it seems, is inevitable.
There is, of course, much more to be said about this novel. One could spend quite some time dissecting all the various repetitions and doublings, the narrative structure (the story is told by the housekeeper to the lodger who then writes it down as a diary entry), or the archetypal analogies and semi-biblical symbolism that seems to be implicit to every part of this story.
The point being, I suppose, that while Wuthering Heights may not be the wistful romance one (or maybe just I) expected to be, it is a particularly satisfying one for all of its dark and layered surprises.
March 17, 2024
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to chaos." -Emily Bront毛 upon publishing this book, probably
Inside me, there are two wolves. (I am saying there are two wolves in order to reference the meme, but what would be more accurate is to say that inside of me there are two boring and nonviolent creatures. Like a pigeon. Or an accountant.)
One wolf, or whatever, has such a constant and undying need to share its opinion that it is currently ranked #1 on 欧宝娱乐 formost annoying best reviewer. (Don't check if that's still true. I doubt it'll stick and it'll be awkward for all of us if it isn't.)
The other wolf (slash what have you) thinks every other wolf (or entity of your choosing) has a better grasp of every concept on earth than it does, and that it should shut up for one second and let the other wolves talk, like seriously, Jesus Christ, be quiet already, oh my god.
The latter wolf wants to let you know that there is a very interesting conversation on the topic of this book, its categorization as a love story, and its history in the comments of this review, and you should scroll down to read that instead.
But the first wolf is going to keep talking up here anyway.
Here is a list of facts about this book:
- it was published in 1848
- its author had a grand total of about 1 year of formal education
- it was said author's debut and written while she was in her 20s
- it contains barbaric characters, total disregard for etiquette, necrophilia (or intent to commit), the devil embodied in a man (who is also the main love interest), The Royal Tenenbaums-style incest, premarital friskiness by 19th century standards, violence, emotional abuse, cruelty, and enough gaslighting to maybe make TikTokers consider for one second how often they use that word.
Kind of surprising, no?
In spite of the fact that I was told one hundred thousand million times that this is not a love story, I was told TWO hundred thousand million times that it was. And honestly I went in expecting something like Agnes Grey: it's not a satisfying romance, but there's something there.
I was not prepared for this.
This is a very intense and stunning and beautifully written novel, and if I ever reread it I think I will like it more then.
But no matter how hard I tried on this first read, my brain will always lump the Bront毛 sisters and Jane Austen together.
And this wasn't even Jane Eyre-level. It would have given Austen war flashback style nightmares.
Bottom line: We'll get em next time!
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pre-review
well. that wasn't what i thought it would be.
review to come / 3 or 3.5 stars
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currently-reading updates
readathons are all about binge-reading books you haven't been able to make yourself pick up ever until you're in a reading slump.
this is my first time doing one but i'm pretty sure.
clear your shit prompt one: a book in which somebody dies (just guessing but seems like it)
follow my progress
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tbr review
confession time: i have now amassed 3 copies of this book, in the hope that one of them will suddenly inspire me to read it
Inside me, there are two wolves. (I am saying there are two wolves in order to reference the meme, but what would be more accurate is to say that inside of me there are two boring and nonviolent creatures. Like a pigeon. Or an accountant.)
One wolf, or whatever, has such a constant and undying need to share its opinion that it is currently ranked #1 on 欧宝娱乐 for
The other wolf (slash what have you) thinks every other wolf (or entity of your choosing) has a better grasp of every concept on earth than it does, and that it should shut up for one second and let the other wolves talk, like seriously, Jesus Christ, be quiet already, oh my god.
The latter wolf wants to let you know that there is a very interesting conversation on the topic of this book, its categorization as a love story, and its history in the comments of this review, and you should scroll down to read that instead.
But the first wolf is going to keep talking up here anyway.
Here is a list of facts about this book:
- it was published in 1848
- its author had a grand total of about 1 year of formal education
- it was said author's debut and written while she was in her 20s
- it contains barbaric characters, total disregard for etiquette, necrophilia (or intent to commit), the devil embodied in a man (who is also the main love interest), The Royal Tenenbaums-style incest, premarital friskiness by 19th century standards, violence, emotional abuse, cruelty, and enough gaslighting to maybe make TikTokers consider for one second how often they use that word.
Kind of surprising, no?
In spite of the fact that I was told one hundred thousand million times that this is not a love story, I was told TWO hundred thousand million times that it was. And honestly I went in expecting something like Agnes Grey: it's not a satisfying romance, but there's something there.
I was not prepared for this.
This is a very intense and stunning and beautifully written novel, and if I ever reread it I think I will like it more then.
But no matter how hard I tried on this first read, my brain will always lump the Bront毛 sisters and Jane Austen together.
And this wasn't even Jane Eyre-level. It would have given Austen war flashback style nightmares.
Bottom line: We'll get em next time!
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pre-review
well. that wasn't what i thought it would be.
review to come / 3 or 3.5 stars
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currently-reading updates
readathons are all about binge-reading books you haven't been able to make yourself pick up ever until you're in a reading slump.
this is my first time doing one but i'm pretty sure.
clear your shit prompt one: a book in which somebody dies (just guessing but seems like it)
follow my progress
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tbr review
confession time: i have now amassed 3 copies of this book, in the hope that one of them will suddenly inspire me to read it
June 19, 2018
"all i care about in this goddamn life are me, my drums, and you"...
if you don't know that quote, you're probably too young to be reading this and isn't it past your bedtime or shouldn't you be in school or something?
but that quote, hyper-earnest cheese - that is romance. wuthering heights is something more dangerous than romance. it's one long protracted retaliation masquerading as passion. and goddamn do i love it. i can't believe i haven't reviewed it before - i mention this book in more than half of my reviews, i have a whole shelf devoted to its retellings, so why the delay?? but better late than never.
no, it's not a perfect novel; it's a flawed structure revealing the actions of seriously flawed people. the framing device-within-a-framing-device? totally awkward. having nelly dean tell the story even though where was she for most of the action? totally wrong move, bronte; it makes the beginning such a slog to get through. but that's just stale loaf - the good stuff is all the meat in between.
and oh, the meat... the swarthy stranger of mysterious origins being raised in a family of sheltered overmoist english mushrooms, all pale and rain-bloated, the running wild, two-souls-against-the-world adolescence...childhood indiscretions... vows and tantrums, bonding, unspoken promises, yes i will yes i will yes i will. oh, but wait, what's this??...it's blond and it's rich and it's whats expected of me. very well then. see ya, heathcliff...
it's just textbook gothic from here on out: revenge-seduction, overheard conversations, mysterious disappearances, murdered puppies, swooning, vindictive child-rearing, death, ghosts, moors, phoar...
but this to me, is a perfect love story, even though it's more like torture. the unattainable is always more romantic than the storybook. i don't like an uncomplicated ending, and a story is more impactful with nuanced characters, preferably heavily unlikeable throughout. (this is where i plug head-on - one of my favorite movies ever. do it.)this story just makes me feel good. and i'm well over my teenage fascination with the "bad boy"; i realized pretty quick that "bad boys" are usually pretty dumb. so i moved on to "emotionally disturbed", which is the same thing, really; plenty of drama, and they will leave you drunken "presents" on your lawn (road signs, carousel ponies..), but not complete burnouts, at least. but my teenaged dating pool is neither here nor there, the point is that heathcliff can be romanticized as this victim/villain without having to correspond to the ideal. it's about the level of passion, the size of the grand romantic gesture. devoting your life to destroying the people who kept you from your true love is an amazingly grand gesture.
if you don't know that quote, you're probably too young to be reading this and isn't it past your bedtime or shouldn't you be in school or something?
but that quote, hyper-earnest cheese - that is romance. wuthering heights is something more dangerous than romance. it's one long protracted retaliation masquerading as passion. and goddamn do i love it. i can't believe i haven't reviewed it before - i mention this book in more than half of my reviews, i have a whole shelf devoted to its retellings, so why the delay?? but better late than never.
no, it's not a perfect novel; it's a flawed structure revealing the actions of seriously flawed people. the framing device-within-a-framing-device? totally awkward. having nelly dean tell the story even though where was she for most of the action? totally wrong move, bronte; it makes the beginning such a slog to get through. but that's just stale loaf - the good stuff is all the meat in between.
and oh, the meat... the swarthy stranger of mysterious origins being raised in a family of sheltered overmoist english mushrooms, all pale and rain-bloated, the running wild, two-souls-against-the-world adolescence...childhood indiscretions... vows and tantrums, bonding, unspoken promises, yes i will yes i will yes i will. oh, but wait, what's this??...it's blond and it's rich and it's whats expected of me. very well then. see ya, heathcliff...
it's just textbook gothic from here on out: revenge-seduction, overheard conversations, mysterious disappearances, murdered puppies, swooning, vindictive child-rearing, death, ghosts, moors, phoar...
but this to me, is a perfect love story, even though it's more like torture. the unattainable is always more romantic than the storybook. i don't like an uncomplicated ending, and a story is more impactful with nuanced characters, preferably heavily unlikeable throughout. (this is where i plug head-on - one of my favorite movies ever. do it.)this story just makes me feel good. and i'm well over my teenage fascination with the "bad boy"; i realized pretty quick that "bad boys" are usually pretty dumb. so i moved on to "emotionally disturbed", which is the same thing, really; plenty of drama, and they will leave you drunken "presents" on your lawn (road signs, carousel ponies..), but not complete burnouts, at least. but my teenaged dating pool is neither here nor there, the point is that heathcliff can be romanticized as this victim/villain without having to correspond to the ideal. it's about the level of passion, the size of the grand romantic gesture. devoting your life to destroying the people who kept you from your true love is an amazingly grand gesture.
September 27, 2016
I understand why many people hate this book. Catherine and Heathcliff are monstrous. Monstrous. You won't like them because they are unlikable. They are irrational, self-absorbed, malicious and pretty much any negative quality you can think a person is capable of possessing without imploding. They seek and destroy and act with no thought to consequence. And I find it fascinating that Emily Bronte chose them to be her central protagonists.
When this was first published it was met with animosity because of how utterly repugnant these two characters were. The way they go about their business caring nothing for others but themselves was enough for me to shake my head in complete and total judgment, as if Catherine and Heathcliff could see me and are then effectively shamed by their actions.
Wuthering Heights is epic, in my humble opinion, because I believe that the scope of this story is monumental. Let me explain: it is a simple tale between two families that are bound in such a way that their fates are irrevocably linked. What affects one, affects the other. Its about Catherine and Heathcliff who fall in love and how their relationship ruins the lives of those around them. The book, all 400 pages of it, occur almost entirely at Wuthering Heights, the estate of the Earnshaws, and at Thrushcross Grange, the estate of the Lintons with only a couple of miles of land in between.
And yet it is not a small story.
The emotional magnitude of this book is great and far reaching. The provoking and unapologetic quality of Bronte's writing is seductive. The process of reading this story can feel so masochistic sometimes that its almost if she's daring us to stop reading and throw the book away. Like its a game of personal endurance to see how much we can take, how far we can go. She pushes at us, challenging us and all the while knowing that we have to keep reading because redemption awaits. It is nothing like its contemporaries.
The moors, the darkness of the moors, that curses the household of Wuthering Heights and its inhabitants is ever present. Nature is personified. It is its own character; its there, lingering and simmering ever so quietly, saturating every scene with its silent threats of doom...okay, I have to stop talking like this...what am I anymore?
There is poison in this book, but let me ease your mind by saying that it is balanced with goodness also. This isn't a perfect novel. There were still moments I found myself in perplexion (recently invented word). And while everything about Catherine and Heathcliff may be corrupt, there is hope in Wuthering Heights. If you can journey through the menacing forest of Emily Bronte's imagination, do it because the view is something to behold.
Ha ha ha, this review...what even is this?
When this was first published it was met with animosity because of how utterly repugnant these two characters were. The way they go about their business caring nothing for others but themselves was enough for me to shake my head in complete and total judgment, as if Catherine and Heathcliff could see me and are then effectively shamed by their actions.
Wuthering Heights is epic, in my humble opinion, because I believe that the scope of this story is monumental. Let me explain: it is a simple tale between two families that are bound in such a way that their fates are irrevocably linked. What affects one, affects the other. Its about Catherine and Heathcliff who fall in love and how their relationship ruins the lives of those around them. The book, all 400 pages of it, occur almost entirely at Wuthering Heights, the estate of the Earnshaws, and at Thrushcross Grange, the estate of the Lintons with only a couple of miles of land in between.
And yet it is not a small story.
The emotional magnitude of this book is great and far reaching. The provoking and unapologetic quality of Bronte's writing is seductive. The process of reading this story can feel so masochistic sometimes that its almost if she's daring us to stop reading and throw the book away. Like its a game of personal endurance to see how much we can take, how far we can go. She pushes at us, challenging us and all the while knowing that we have to keep reading because redemption awaits. It is nothing like its contemporaries.
The moors, the darkness of the moors, that curses the household of Wuthering Heights and its inhabitants is ever present. Nature is personified. It is its own character; its there, lingering and simmering ever so quietly, saturating every scene with its silent threats of doom...okay, I have to stop talking like this...what am I anymore?
There is poison in this book, but let me ease your mind by saying that it is balanced with goodness also. This isn't a perfect novel. There were still moments I found myself in perplexion (recently invented word). And while everything about Catherine and Heathcliff may be corrupt, there is hope in Wuthering Heights. If you can journey through the menacing forest of Emily Bronte's imagination, do it because the view is something to behold.
Ha ha ha, this review...what even is this?
July 2, 2008
I never expected this book to be as flagrantly, unforgivably bad as it was.
To start, Bronte's technical choice of narrating the story of the primary characters by having the housekeeper explain everything to a tenant 20 years after it happened completely kills suspense and intimacy. The most I can say is that to some extent this functions as a device to help shroud the story and motives from the reader. But really, at the time literary technique hadn't quite always gotten around to accepting that omnipotent 3rd person narrators are allowed, so you'd have to have a multiperspective story told by an omnipotent 3rd person narrator who was actually a character in the story (e.g. the housekeeper Ellen). The layers of perspective make it annoying and sometimes impossible to figure out who is telling what bit of story; and moreover, because so much is related as two characters explaining things between themselves, the result is that we rarely see any action, and instead have the entire book explained in socratic, pedantic exposition.
The sense of place is poorly rendered and almost entirely missing. Great, the moor is gray.
But ultimately, the most damning thing is that the characters are a bunch of immature, insuffrable, narcissistic assholes with very little self respect. This isn't a story of great love and passion. It's the story of how child abuse perpetuates itself through the generations. The characters are either emotionally abused as children or, as in the case of Cathy I, they're spoiled and overindulged with no discipline and can't muster the restraint and self-respect to ditch abusive relationships. I kept waiting for any of the characters to be remotely worth my time, but I found no respite from the brutish abuse of the horribly twisted Heathcliff or from the simpering idiocy of Cathy I and II. Ugh. Not only are there no transformations or growth, but the characters aren't even that likable to begin with. How this book got to be a classic is beyond me.
To start, Bronte's technical choice of narrating the story of the primary characters by having the housekeeper explain everything to a tenant 20 years after it happened completely kills suspense and intimacy. The most I can say is that to some extent this functions as a device to help shroud the story and motives from the reader. But really, at the time literary technique hadn't quite always gotten around to accepting that omnipotent 3rd person narrators are allowed, so you'd have to have a multiperspective story told by an omnipotent 3rd person narrator who was actually a character in the story (e.g. the housekeeper Ellen). The layers of perspective make it annoying and sometimes impossible to figure out who is telling what bit of story; and moreover, because so much is related as two characters explaining things between themselves, the result is that we rarely see any action, and instead have the entire book explained in socratic, pedantic exposition.
The sense of place is poorly rendered and almost entirely missing. Great, the moor is gray.
But ultimately, the most damning thing is that the characters are a bunch of immature, insuffrable, narcissistic assholes with very little self respect. This isn't a story of great love and passion. It's the story of how child abuse perpetuates itself through the generations. The characters are either emotionally abused as children or, as in the case of Cathy I, they're spoiled and overindulged with no discipline and can't muster the restraint and self-respect to ditch abusive relationships. I kept waiting for any of the characters to be remotely worth my time, but I found no respite from the brutish abuse of the horribly twisted Heathcliff or from the simpering idiocy of Cathy I and II. Ugh. Not only are there no transformations or growth, but the characters aren't even that likable to begin with. How this book got to be a classic is beyond me.
January 15, 2009
Ah the classics. Everybody can read their own agenda in them. So, first a short plot guide for dinner conversations when one needs to fake acculturation, and then on to the critics鈥� view.
A woman [1:] is in love with her non-blood brother [2:] but marries her neighbor [3:] whose sister [4:] marries the non-blood brother [2:]; their [1,3:] daughter [5:] marries their [2,4:] son [6:]; meanwhile, their [1,2:] elder brother marries and has a son [7:]. Then everybody dies, 1 of bad temper, 4 of stupidity, 3 of a cold, 6 because he鈥檚 irritating, 2 because he鈥檚 mean and tried to rise above his station. 5 and 7 are the only ones left, so they marry. The women are all called Catherine, the men are mostly called Earnshaw, and through intermarriage everybody is a bit of a Heathcliff.
The Marxist critic: the oppressed and underprivileged [2:] revolts to improve his lot in life, but fails to make allies and loses everything, as always.
The Post-colonialist critic: once again the rich [1,3,4:] meddle with the lives of the poor [2:] under the pretense of improving them, in fact wrecking havoc.
The Feminist critic: if only the Catherines had read The Feminine Mystique鈥�
The Freudian critic: repeated intermarriage and border-line incest make for such good stories!
The Shakespearean critic: Much Ado About Nothing
The Entertainment Weekly executive: stories told by sources close to the protagonists always sell well, because most people live vicariously. And dinnertime has always been the perfect slot for gossip.
A woman [1:] is in love with her non-blood brother [2:] but marries her neighbor [3:] whose sister [4:] marries the non-blood brother [2:]; their [1,3:] daughter [5:] marries their [2,4:] son [6:]; meanwhile, their [1,2:] elder brother marries and has a son [7:]. Then everybody dies, 1 of bad temper, 4 of stupidity, 3 of a cold, 6 because he鈥檚 irritating, 2 because he鈥檚 mean and tried to rise above his station. 5 and 7 are the only ones left, so they marry. The women are all called Catherine, the men are mostly called Earnshaw, and through intermarriage everybody is a bit of a Heathcliff.
The Marxist critic: the oppressed and underprivileged [2:] revolts to improve his lot in life, but fails to make allies and loses everything, as always.
The Post-colonialist critic: once again the rich [1,3,4:] meddle with the lives of the poor [2:] under the pretense of improving them, in fact wrecking havoc.
The Feminist critic: if only the Catherines had read The Feminine Mystique鈥�
The Freudian critic: repeated intermarriage and border-line incest make for such good stories!
The Shakespearean critic: Much Ado About Nothing
The Entertainment Weekly executive: stories told by sources close to the protagonists always sell well, because most people live vicariously. And dinnertime has always been the perfect slot for gossip.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
December 4, 2013
I've tried it three times. I know people are obsessed with it. I hate everyone in the book - and I just can't care about a book where I actually hate the characters.
And, sure, I get the interpretation that as terrible as Heathcliff and Cathy are, it's their love that redeems them, and isn't that romantic.
No.
And, sure, I get the interpretation that as terrible as Heathcliff and Cathy are, it's their love that redeems them, and isn't that romantic.
No.
October 12, 2023
4.5ish <3
February 14, 2017
If you think that spitefulness is romantic, and that people destroying their lives is dramatic, go ahead and read this book. But don't say I didn't warn you.
September 16, 2021
This is a review I never imagined I鈥檇 write. This is a book I was convinced I鈥檇 love. I just have to face the facts, Emily is no Charlotte.
I鈥檓 going to start with the positives. The characterisation of Heathcliff is incredibly strong. He is a man who is utterly tormented by the world. As a gypsy boy he is dark skinned and dark haired, and to the English this rough, almost wild, look makes him a ruffian. He stands up for himself, and bites back; thus, he is termed a monster. In a very, very, Frankenstein鈥檚 monster like sense, his perceived outer image begins to permeate his soul. Call a man a monster, and eventually he may start acting like one.
鈥淗e鈥檚 not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he鈥檚 a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.鈥�
He is a very complex man, capable of great cruelty and kindness. The world has made him bitter, and in a way ruined him. He reaps revenge, but revenge always ends the same way; it doesn鈥檛 solve problems but creates more. So he becomes even more tormented, this time by his own actions. He is very Byronic, and by today鈥檚 standards a little bit of a bad boy. He has all the standard tropes of an anti-hero, one that becomes a figure that can be sympathised with and hated. He鈥檚 a very complex man.
The Bronte鈥檚 were directly affected by Byron鈥檚 poetry. Rochester is Charlotte鈥檚 portrayal of a similar, albeit less vengeful, character. Love is the key torment in both works. Heathcliff has been rejected, as Rochester cannot open his heart because of his secret wife. But, rather that overcome his personal loss, and subject the world to his dark and broody personality, Heathcliff actually seeks to do others harm. He is a very sensitive man when it comes to his own emotions, though he lacks any real empathy. He does not care that he is creating more pain for others. He spends his life spreading more hate into the world. His only redeeming quality is his love for Catherine, but that doesn鈥檛 excuse his tyranny. He knows how nasty he is:
"She abandoned [her home] under a delusion," he answered, "picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character and acting on the false impressions she cherished."
He's so self-centred:
So I rather like his character, well not like but appreciate the complexity, though the novel鈥檚 structure itself was abysmal. I have quite a few problems with the narrative.
Why is a servant telling us this story as she speaks to a visitor of her master鈥檚 house? Why are we hearing someone鈥檚 interpretation of the events rather than the events themselves? Why is it twenty years later in the form of an extremely long conversation? Why is the servant still actually working for Heathcliff? She would have left. Nobody would choose to work for such a man. It just doesn鈥檛 make a lot of sense. At times it felt like the credibility of the story was stretched to breaking point. Nelly (the servant) actually being in some of the scenes was almost laughable. Often it was followed by a terrible explanation attempting to justify her presence. It sounded very desperate to me.
This leads perfectly on to my next point. Half way through the story (the start of volume ii) we are told that the conversation has ended. We then hear the visitor鈥檚 description of the servant鈥檚 narrative about Heathcliff鈥檚 life. I mean seriously? So there are three layers of storytelling. Isn鈥檛 that completely unnecessary and overcomplicated? Why not just have Heathcliff tell the story or at the very least have the servant tell the story from start to finish in one story arc with no time shifts. For me, it felt like Emily wrote herself into a corner with her choice of narrative and desperately tried to write herself out of it to the point of ridiculousness. How much of the story can we believe? How much bias is in the narratives?
Then there was the dialogue overloads. Large parts of the novel were entirely conversational. The narration was minimalistic and bare. The only character whose thoughts we were privy to, again Nelly the servant, was completely irrelevant to the plot. Who cares about the servant鈥檚 emotion and reactions? This isn鈥檛 her story; thus, the dialogue was packed out to the point of unnaturalness to fit in the thoughts of characters whose minds we weren鈥檛 privy to. Simply put, the characters said things people wouldn鈥檛 realistically say in conversation. It was overflowing with emotions and private thoughts. It was awkward. I鈥檓 not talking about private conversations, those don鈥檛 happen as Nelly is awkwardly present for every single event, but announcements or decisions (that should be internal) announced to a group of people. This is why plays have asides and soliloquies. And this is why novels aren鈥檛 told from the perspective of a random servant.
There is clearly a great story here. Plot wise the novel is wonderful. But the way in which Emily told her story was nothing short of disastrous. It felt like a wasted opportunity. I鈥檓 absolutely horrified at how poor it is. This novel needed to be taken apart, re-wrote, and put back together again. Perhaps then it would have been worthy of the story it failed to tell. I鈥檝e never been so massively underwhelmed in such a blatant lack of skill in a canonised piece of literature, one that has immense critical reception.
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I鈥檓 going to start with the positives. The characterisation of Heathcliff is incredibly strong. He is a man who is utterly tormented by the world. As a gypsy boy he is dark skinned and dark haired, and to the English this rough, almost wild, look makes him a ruffian. He stands up for himself, and bites back; thus, he is termed a monster. In a very, very, Frankenstein鈥檚 monster like sense, his perceived outer image begins to permeate his soul. Call a man a monster, and eventually he may start acting like one.
鈥淗e鈥檚 not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he鈥檚 a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.鈥�
He is a very complex man, capable of great cruelty and kindness. The world has made him bitter, and in a way ruined him. He reaps revenge, but revenge always ends the same way; it doesn鈥檛 solve problems but creates more. So he becomes even more tormented, this time by his own actions. He is very Byronic, and by today鈥檚 standards a little bit of a bad boy. He has all the standard tropes of an anti-hero, one that becomes a figure that can be sympathised with and hated. He鈥檚 a very complex man.
The Bronte鈥檚 were directly affected by Byron鈥檚 poetry. Rochester is Charlotte鈥檚 portrayal of a similar, albeit less vengeful, character. Love is the key torment in both works. Heathcliff has been rejected, as Rochester cannot open his heart because of his secret wife. But, rather that overcome his personal loss, and subject the world to his dark and broody personality, Heathcliff actually seeks to do others harm. He is a very sensitive man when it comes to his own emotions, though he lacks any real empathy. He does not care that he is creating more pain for others. He spends his life spreading more hate into the world. His only redeeming quality is his love for Catherine, but that doesn鈥檛 excuse his tyranny. He knows how nasty he is:
"She abandoned [her home] under a delusion," he answered, "picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character and acting on the false impressions she cherished."
He's so self-centred:
So I rather like his character, well not like but appreciate the complexity, though the novel鈥檚 structure itself was abysmal. I have quite a few problems with the narrative.
Why is a servant telling us this story as she speaks to a visitor of her master鈥檚 house? Why are we hearing someone鈥檚 interpretation of the events rather than the events themselves? Why is it twenty years later in the form of an extremely long conversation? Why is the servant still actually working for Heathcliff? She would have left. Nobody would choose to work for such a man. It just doesn鈥檛 make a lot of sense. At times it felt like the credibility of the story was stretched to breaking point. Nelly (the servant) actually being in some of the scenes was almost laughable. Often it was followed by a terrible explanation attempting to justify her presence. It sounded very desperate to me.
This leads perfectly on to my next point. Half way through the story (the start of volume ii) we are told that the conversation has ended. We then hear the visitor鈥檚 description of the servant鈥檚 narrative about Heathcliff鈥檚 life. I mean seriously? So there are three layers of storytelling. Isn鈥檛 that completely unnecessary and overcomplicated? Why not just have Heathcliff tell the story or at the very least have the servant tell the story from start to finish in one story arc with no time shifts. For me, it felt like Emily wrote herself into a corner with her choice of narrative and desperately tried to write herself out of it to the point of ridiculousness. How much of the story can we believe? How much bias is in the narratives?
Then there was the dialogue overloads. Large parts of the novel were entirely conversational. The narration was minimalistic and bare. The only character whose thoughts we were privy to, again Nelly the servant, was completely irrelevant to the plot. Who cares about the servant鈥檚 emotion and reactions? This isn鈥檛 her story; thus, the dialogue was packed out to the point of unnaturalness to fit in the thoughts of characters whose minds we weren鈥檛 privy to. Simply put, the characters said things people wouldn鈥檛 realistically say in conversation. It was overflowing with emotions and private thoughts. It was awkward. I鈥檓 not talking about private conversations, those don鈥檛 happen as Nelly is awkwardly present for every single event, but announcements or decisions (that should be internal) announced to a group of people. This is why plays have asides and soliloquies. And this is why novels aren鈥檛 told from the perspective of a random servant.
There is clearly a great story here. Plot wise the novel is wonderful. But the way in which Emily told her story was nothing short of disastrous. It felt like a wasted opportunity. I鈥檓 absolutely horrified at how poor it is. This novel needed to be taken apart, re-wrote, and put back together again. Perhaps then it would have been worthy of the story it failed to tell. I鈥檝e never been so massively underwhelmed in such a blatant lack of skill in a canonised piece of literature, one that has immense critical reception.
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November 7, 2023
5 tormenting and passionate stars for a reading experience like no other, because never have I read a book that altered my emotions so many times in one book. My feelings moved in waves between compassion and despair, admiration and loathing, pity but always regret. Victims or tormentors 鈥� that鈥檚 for you to decide.
For me, Wuthering Heights is an epic and timeless classic that has everything; obsession, greed, revenge, grief, emotional abuse, inequality, and even light horror. Everything except the thing most associated with this story. In my opinion, this is not a love story 鈥� it is the most beautiful love story that never happened, and in that lies the tragedy and the power of this book.
It is a sobering waste of life and love, as the cruelty and selfishness of the characters shape their own story against the rigidity of an intolerant class system that pretty much predestined their fate anyway. Yet the unbreakable bond that existed between the two main characters sees them pursue each other 鈥� but always when it was too late, with the haunting realisation that this self-destruction is set to continue into the next generation as the sins of the parents threaten to live on through the children with the same cruelty and brutality they heaped on each other.
A brutal yet passionate story. A story about love, desire, and obsession but with ugly consequences, made all the more intense for its Victorian England setting.
In fact, Victorian realism at its best. Raw, rigid, unforgiving, and profoundly devastating.
The plot
Heathcliff becomes part of the family as Thrushcross Grange, when Mr Earnshaw takes the orphaned boy home to be part of the family. Accepted by Cathy, but bullied by Hindley, Heathcliff鈥檚 early start in life is sad and pitiful. Contrast that to the man who becomes obsessed with Cathy, and whose life is turned upside down when the teenage Cathy ultimately chooses wealth over love and marries Linton.
Overhearing a conversation where Cathy admits that Heathcliff will never be a man of means, he flees the Grange and only returning when he has acquired a fortune. What he didn鈥檛 hear from the last part of the conversation was Cathy professing her unwavering love for Heathcliff with the iconic words 鈥業 am Heathcliff鈥�, and later 鈥業 cannot live without my life. I cannot love without my soul鈥�, despite now being married to someone else. A haunting tale as the flawed decisions and their self-destructive nature dam the lives and outcomes of these soulmates.
However, in an act of revenge Heathcliff marries Cathy鈥檚 sister-in-law, Isabella, and fathers the son who is then to meet Cathy鈥檚 daughter in the second half of the book. Hope or hopelessness?
Review and Comments
Not all stories have to be cheerful with happy endings 鈥� after all that鈥檚 life, but it is how we respond to those that defines us. This brings me straight to the characterisation in the book, which is absolutely superb. Whether you like or loathe these characters, there is no doubt they were brilliantly cast. In fact, as a character study not one of the characters can elicit a single ounce of admiration from its readers, with the exception of the young Cathy and Hareton. Yet they all make tremendous book characters.
The writing style is perfect for the storyline and even the dull palette colours depicting the moors and weather reflects the mood of the book and sense of forlorn and hopelessness, as does Wuthering Heights itself. A place naked to the elements, with surroundings that are untamed and raw that mirror the characters central to the story.
A Love story? 鈥� Although romantism has a powerful influence on the story, this is not a love story. Instead, it is a powerful story of love and unity of two souls, in life and in death. The iconic words will resonate with many, "I am Heathcliff", as Cathy explains .. "because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same". Those words get me in the feelers every time. Powerful and heartbreaking.
From the outset and throughout, I was invested in this story, the writing and particularly with the characters as you feel this connected sense of cruelty, self-destruction, and mourning for the countless memories and happiness for the life and love that could have been - but never was. Yet as a reader we are left with guarded optimism for the future of the young Cathy and Heathcliff, or are they too caught in this perpetual cycle of self-destruction, like their parents.
The writing in these classics is not for everyone, and I confess to struggling with it at school. If you can embrace this writing style, then you will love it. In fact, I just finished a mainstream thriller and I turned to my husband and said 'now I really do need a fix from the classics'. If I had one niggle, I don鈥檛 like authors writing in local dialect that is too cryptic. For example 鈥渁ut ne鈥檌nk鈥� meaning 鈥渙ught not think鈥�. For me personally it disrupts the flow of the story, spoils the beautiful writing in these classics but brings little to it. Back to the book.
A painful drama and an unapologetic portrayal of the flawed and imperfect human mind and heart. Dark, chilling and so vividly depicted. Beautifully written but not a beautiful story. A book where love, grief, and betrayal fuel cruelty and revenge.
Heart-breaking, savage, and self-destructive. Nevertheless, a masterpiece, particularly in its characterisation and the character development.
For me, Wuthering Heights is an epic and timeless classic that has everything; obsession, greed, revenge, grief, emotional abuse, inequality, and even light horror. Everything except the thing most associated with this story. In my opinion, this is not a love story 鈥� it is the most beautiful love story that never happened, and in that lies the tragedy and the power of this book.
It is a sobering waste of life and love, as the cruelty and selfishness of the characters shape their own story against the rigidity of an intolerant class system that pretty much predestined their fate anyway. Yet the unbreakable bond that existed between the two main characters sees them pursue each other 鈥� but always when it was too late, with the haunting realisation that this self-destruction is set to continue into the next generation as the sins of the parents threaten to live on through the children with the same cruelty and brutality they heaped on each other.
A brutal yet passionate story. A story about love, desire, and obsession but with ugly consequences, made all the more intense for its Victorian England setting.
In fact, Victorian realism at its best. Raw, rigid, unforgiving, and profoundly devastating.
The plot
Heathcliff becomes part of the family as Thrushcross Grange, when Mr Earnshaw takes the orphaned boy home to be part of the family. Accepted by Cathy, but bullied by Hindley, Heathcliff鈥檚 early start in life is sad and pitiful. Contrast that to the man who becomes obsessed with Cathy, and whose life is turned upside down when the teenage Cathy ultimately chooses wealth over love and marries Linton.
Overhearing a conversation where Cathy admits that Heathcliff will never be a man of means, he flees the Grange and only returning when he has acquired a fortune. What he didn鈥檛 hear from the last part of the conversation was Cathy professing her unwavering love for Heathcliff with the iconic words 鈥業 am Heathcliff鈥�, and later 鈥業 cannot live without my life. I cannot love without my soul鈥�, despite now being married to someone else. A haunting tale as the flawed decisions and their self-destructive nature dam the lives and outcomes of these soulmates.
However, in an act of revenge Heathcliff marries Cathy鈥檚 sister-in-law, Isabella, and fathers the son who is then to meet Cathy鈥檚 daughter in the second half of the book. Hope or hopelessness?
Review and Comments
Not all stories have to be cheerful with happy endings 鈥� after all that鈥檚 life, but it is how we respond to those that defines us. This brings me straight to the characterisation in the book, which is absolutely superb. Whether you like or loathe these characters, there is no doubt they were brilliantly cast. In fact, as a character study not one of the characters can elicit a single ounce of admiration from its readers, with the exception of the young Cathy and Hareton. Yet they all make tremendous book characters.
The writing style is perfect for the storyline and even the dull palette colours depicting the moors and weather reflects the mood of the book and sense of forlorn and hopelessness, as does Wuthering Heights itself. A place naked to the elements, with surroundings that are untamed and raw that mirror the characters central to the story.
A Love story? 鈥� Although romantism has a powerful influence on the story, this is not a love story. Instead, it is a powerful story of love and unity of two souls, in life and in death. The iconic words will resonate with many, "I am Heathcliff", as Cathy explains .. "because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same". Those words get me in the feelers every time. Powerful and heartbreaking.
From the outset and throughout, I was invested in this story, the writing and particularly with the characters as you feel this connected sense of cruelty, self-destruction, and mourning for the countless memories and happiness for the life and love that could have been - but never was. Yet as a reader we are left with guarded optimism for the future of the young Cathy and Heathcliff, or are they too caught in this perpetual cycle of self-destruction, like their parents.
The writing in these classics is not for everyone, and I confess to struggling with it at school. If you can embrace this writing style, then you will love it. In fact, I just finished a mainstream thriller and I turned to my husband and said 'now I really do need a fix from the classics'. If I had one niggle, I don鈥檛 like authors writing in local dialect that is too cryptic. For example 鈥渁ut ne鈥檌nk鈥� meaning 鈥渙ught not think鈥�. For me personally it disrupts the flow of the story, spoils the beautiful writing in these classics but brings little to it. Back to the book.
A painful drama and an unapologetic portrayal of the flawed and imperfect human mind and heart. Dark, chilling and so vividly depicted. Beautifully written but not a beautiful story. A book where love, grief, and betrayal fuel cruelty and revenge.
Heart-breaking, savage, and self-destructive. Nevertheless, a masterpiece, particularly in its characterisation and the character development.
June 28, 2022
How to win over a girl??
1. Go down on your knees and say "BE MINE "
or else
(Heathcliff style )
**Spoilers**
2. Wait for both of your spouses to die and then force both of your kids to marry each other as a part of your decade long revenge plan and gain control over everything.
Rest in peace Catherine.
1. Go down on your knees and say "BE MINE "
or else
(Heathcliff style )
**Spoilers**
2. Wait for both of your spouses to die and then force both of your kids to marry each other as a part of your decade long revenge plan and gain control over everything.
Rest in peace Catherine.
August 12, 2024
The storytelling on this was spot on, almost like a bedtime story for adults. Couldn't put this down!
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Jan A Town Like Alice
Feb Birdsong
Mar Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Berniere
Apr War and Peace
May The Woman in White
Jun Atonement
Jul The Shadow of the Wind
Aug Jude the Obscure
Sep Ulysses
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Nov A Fine Balance
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April 13, 2010
If you've been following my status updates as I read this book, you can probably guess what kind of review this is going to be. (answer: the best kind!) So let's get the good stuff out of the way first, and then I can start the ranting.
Good stuff: I liked some of the characters. Ellen was sweet, and seemed to be the only sensible person in the story. And lord, does she get put through a lot of shit. Girlfriend needs a hug and a spa weekend after all she's been through. I also liked Catherine II and Hareton - unlike their romantic predecessors (and believe me, we'll get to those two soon), they were likeable most of the time. Sure, they had their jackass moments, but considering their respective upbringings, can you really blame them? Also, they reminded me of Bender and Claire from The Breakfast Club. Like I said, kind of irritating and stupid, but sweet.
I also appreciated the incredible passion of the story (and the passionate emotions it raised in me) Sure, I hated Heathcliff, but even I swooned a little during his final scene with Cathy. Sure, Emily Bronte has written the most terrifying portrayal of a love story I've ever seen (Fatal Attraction? Pfft.), but she did it really, really well. Terrifying as it is. Which brings me to the next section of this review...
Bad Stuff: I cannot, for the life of me, understand why anyone thinks this is a love story. It's a horror story of love and passion gone horribly, horribly wrong, and Heathcliff is one of the greatest villains ever created in literature.
Notice I said "villain" and not "antihero." Heathcliff is not an antihero. He is a sociopath, and for the last fifty pages of the story I wanted to violently murder him so badly that my hands were shaking as I held the book. He is evil.
Cathy doesn't get my sympathy, either. She was a spoiled, unfeeling bitch during every moment she was present in the story, and it's only because she was dead by page 200 that she didn't make me as angry as Heathcliff did - she simply didn't have enough time.
But let's get back to Heathcliff - I cannot outline here all of the evil things he did over the course of the story, and to do so would probably be to give away spoilers. Let me just say this: I now understand completely why Wuthering Heights is being advertised in bookstores as "Bella and Edwards Favorite Book!". It should be. As I said in a comment on one of my statuses: Edward Cullen is good, but Heathcliff wrote the fucking book on Domestic Abuse Thinly Disguised As Love.
I don't know why so many readers get all fangirly over Heathcliff. He's an asshole, a sociopath, and even he knows how evil he is. As he says of Isabella, a girl he marries and then treats so horribly I can't even talk about it right now: "She abandoned them under a delusion...picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character, and acting on the false impression she has cherished."
Hear that, Heathcliff fangirls? Even he thinks you're all morons for liking him.
And, just to end this on a good note: I've shared this webcomic before, but it fits here too because, let's face it, the Bronte sisters had
Good stuff: I liked some of the characters. Ellen was sweet, and seemed to be the only sensible person in the story. And lord, does she get put through a lot of shit. Girlfriend needs a hug and a spa weekend after all she's been through. I also liked Catherine II and Hareton - unlike their romantic predecessors (and believe me, we'll get to those two soon), they were likeable most of the time. Sure, they had their jackass moments, but considering their respective upbringings, can you really blame them? Also, they reminded me of Bender and Claire from The Breakfast Club. Like I said, kind of irritating and stupid, but sweet.
I also appreciated the incredible passion of the story (and the passionate emotions it raised in me) Sure, I hated Heathcliff, but even I swooned a little during his final scene with Cathy. Sure, Emily Bronte has written the most terrifying portrayal of a love story I've ever seen (Fatal Attraction? Pfft.), but she did it really, really well. Terrifying as it is. Which brings me to the next section of this review...
Bad Stuff: I cannot, for the life of me, understand why anyone thinks this is a love story. It's a horror story of love and passion gone horribly, horribly wrong, and Heathcliff is one of the greatest villains ever created in literature.
Notice I said "villain" and not "antihero." Heathcliff is not an antihero. He is a sociopath, and for the last fifty pages of the story I wanted to violently murder him so badly that my hands were shaking as I held the book. He is evil.
Cathy doesn't get my sympathy, either. She was a spoiled, unfeeling bitch during every moment she was present in the story, and it's only because she was dead by page 200 that she didn't make me as angry as Heathcliff did - she simply didn't have enough time.
But let's get back to Heathcliff - I cannot outline here all of the evil things he did over the course of the story, and to do so would probably be to give away spoilers. Let me just say this: I now understand completely why Wuthering Heights is being advertised in bookstores as "Bella and Edwards Favorite Book!". It should be. As I said in a comment on one of my statuses: Edward Cullen is good, but Heathcliff wrote the fucking book on Domestic Abuse Thinly Disguised As Love.
I don't know why so many readers get all fangirly over Heathcliff. He's an asshole, a sociopath, and even he knows how evil he is. As he says of Isabella, a girl he marries and then treats so horribly I can't even talk about it right now: "She abandoned them under a delusion...picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character, and acting on the false impression she has cherished."
Hear that, Heathcliff fangirls? Even he thinks you're all morons for liking him.
And, just to end this on a good note: I've shared this webcomic before, but it fits here too because, let's face it, the Bronte sisters had
April 14, 2025
When people say they don鈥檛 like books where the characters are all unlikable I think 鈥渉ear me out: Wuthering Heights.鈥� These people are all shit. But I hear you protest 鈥渂ut but, madam, consider if you will that they have reason to be from their past and their鈥斺€�
Oh I get it and agree, doesn鈥檛 make them not suck as people though. But what fun would a happy and content ghost be anyways? On the moors no less. I stand by it. And this book slaps.
Em.B, you penned a real one.
Phantoms sobbing through the night, a shitty guest telling your story based on the cleaning lady鈥檚 oddly verbatim retelling, a man more beast than man or so they say, a tale of love a tale of obsession a tale told through soaring statements of euphoric beauty. 鈥�Honest people don't hide their deeds,鈥� and this dishonest crew are gonna give you the most notorious tell-all of literary history. Shit will get real and hit the fan and you will love it. This is a classic for a reason. Heathcliff is an eternal little vindictive shit and can go fuck himself but of course I鈥檓 gonna read this story gripping the pages and frantically flipping as fast as me wee eyeballs can carry us. Read it. Do it, you鈥檒l love it. Just do it already.
Also, shoutout to 's phenomenal poem/essay which inspired me to revisit this book.
Oh I get it and agree, doesn鈥檛 make them not suck as people though. But what fun would a happy and content ghost be anyways? On the moors no less. I stand by it. And this book slaps.
Em.B, you penned a real one.
Phantoms sobbing through the night, a shitty guest telling your story based on the cleaning lady鈥檚 oddly verbatim retelling, a man more beast than man or so they say, a tale of love a tale of obsession a tale told through soaring statements of euphoric beauty. 鈥�Honest people don't hide their deeds,鈥� and this dishonest crew are gonna give you the most notorious tell-all of literary history. Shit will get real and hit the fan and you will love it. This is a classic for a reason. Heathcliff is an eternal little vindictive shit and can go fuck himself but of course I鈥檓 gonna read this story gripping the pages and frantically flipping as fast as me wee eyeballs can carry us. Read it. Do it, you鈥檒l love it. Just do it already.
Also, shoutout to 's phenomenal poem/essay which inspired me to revisit this book.
February 11, 2020
A classic revenge story with two characters with bad temperaments...
I'm not sure how I feel about this book. It's dark, it's pretty messed up and definitely not romantic (really people? I worry about you).
I'm not sure how I feel about this book. It's dark, it's pretty messed up and definitely not romantic (really people? I worry about you).
October 28, 2016
There are some books that you either love of hate; there is not much middle ground. Like some types of food. Marmite or licorice come to mind. Wuthering Heights is one of those books. Since I started using GR I have read many conflicting reviews for this book and they made me increasingly curios to find out which side I would take. Unfortunately, I am more with the hate party.
I will not write a long review here as it was done thousands of times. I will only say that the book took all the joy of living from me and put me into a reading slump from which I hope to heal quickly. After I finished this last night I was considering what to read next and I realized I did not want to read anything for a while, I felt catatonic.
I believe I started the book on a wrong foot. I was expecting a love story, which in my opinion it is not. Instead, I think this is a very well done study of two sociopaths, pathologically obsessed with each other who manage to destroy the life of everyone they know for the fun of it. Their ability to hurt others and each other is so extraordinary that I might consider this book from the paranormal genre.
Yes, I appreciate that the novel is revolutionary for the period and so on but I did not enjoy it at all. Dear friends that love this novel, I am really sorry I did not like it more and I hope you will not take it personally.
Disclaimer: I read it in Romanian, the way I prefer to read all Victorian novels in order to avoid the archaic language. Maybe I was lost in translation.
I will not write a long review here as it was done thousands of times. I will only say that the book took all the joy of living from me and put me into a reading slump from which I hope to heal quickly. After I finished this last night I was considering what to read next and I realized I did not want to read anything for a while, I felt catatonic.
I believe I started the book on a wrong foot. I was expecting a love story, which in my opinion it is not. Instead, I think this is a very well done study of two sociopaths, pathologically obsessed with each other who manage to destroy the life of everyone they know for the fun of it. Their ability to hurt others and each other is so extraordinary that I might consider this book from the paranormal genre.
Yes, I appreciate that the novel is revolutionary for the period and so on but I did not enjoy it at all. Dear friends that love this novel, I am really sorry I did not like it more and I hope you will not take it personally.
Disclaimer: I read it in Romanian, the way I prefer to read all Victorian novels in order to avoid the archaic language. Maybe I was lost in translation.
August 4, 2021
(Book 902 from 1001 books) -Wuthering Heights, Emily Bront毛
Wuthering Heights is Emily Bront毛's only novel. Written between October 1845 and June 1846.
Most of the novel is the story told by housekeeper Nelly Dean to Lockwood, though the novel "uses several narrators (in fact, five or six) to place the story in perspective, or in a variety of perspectives".
Emily Bront毛 uses this frame story technique to narrate most of the story. Thus, for example, Lockwood, the first narrator of the story, tells the story of Nelly, who herself tells the story of another character. The use of a character, like Nelly Dean is "a literary device, a well-known convention taken from the Gothic novel, the function of which is to portray the events in a more mysterious and exciting manner".
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Wuthering Heights is Emily Bront毛's only novel. Written between October 1845 and June 1846.
Most of the novel is the story told by housekeeper Nelly Dean to Lockwood, though the novel "uses several narrators (in fact, five or six) to place the story in perspective, or in a variety of perspectives".
Emily Bront毛 uses this frame story technique to narrate most of the story. Thus, for example, Lockwood, the first narrator of the story, tells the story of Nelly, who herself tells the story of another character. The use of a character, like Nelly Dean is "a literary device, a well-known convention taken from the Gothic novel, the function of which is to portray the events in a more mysterious and exciting manner".
亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿) - 丕賲蹖賱蹖 亘乇賵賳鬲賴 (賳诏丕賴 貙 噩丕賲蹖) 丕丿亘蹖丕鬲 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 亘丕乇 丿乇 爻丕賱 1847賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 賲賳鬲卮乇 卮丿貨
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鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 02/06/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 12/05/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
July 4, 2023
A new tenant visits his lessee's grand home, the Wuthering Heights, only to find the most dysfunctional house he could imagine, from Master Heathcliff, down to the servants! On (finally) getting back to his lodgings he gets to hear the very dark history (recounted back to him over a number weeks) of the families that lived at Wuthering Heights and at his lodgings, The Grange. This book tells that story, a story of human savagery, artfully penned, taking on themes of gender equality, class, hypocrisy, selfishness, envy, and let's not forget, the frailty of the male ego. Emily Bront毛's only finished novel caused a bit of a sensation when it was first published, and even today verges on being a tale of horror! I loved every single page of it, and spent an entire day wolfing it down. I had no idea that this work would be so readable and addictive. 9 out of 12, flaming Four Star read.
2020 read
2020 read
February 8, 2008
I read this book for my AP Literature class. I loved the teacher, loved the subject matter, and loved pretty much everything else we had read, so I had high hopes for this book. I must say, I made a genuine and sincere effort to like this book, I really did. I got half way through with no hope in sight, yet I perservered, hoping the second half would show promise in the next generation. No such luck. Although nothing tops the finale "love scene" between Heathcliff and Katherine, with Heathcliff foaming at the mouth and a verbal battle of "no, YOU killed me" "no, you killed yourself" (a stupidity hiterto unknown since the "no YOU'RE prettier" battles). Eventually, the final pages came into view and I was desperate- there must be some redemption for this junk! Some message, some ending sequence, SOMETHING that makes this worthwhile. The characters are so self-absorbed and posses an unprecendeted lack of intelligence, yet are still portrayed as intelligent by the literary world, that it seemed like the only fitting ending would be the characters realizing their stupidity and engaging in a mass suicide. No such luck. Every last word was idiotic and as empty as the first. But you know what grinds my gears even more than the fact that I wasted a week on this worthless pseudo-classic? It kills me that people not only mistake this hoax for real literature, but reference it for ROMANTIC value! Foaming at the mouth, marrying someone you don't love, wow.... now that's a level of romance lovers fantasize about achieving.
May 16, 2022
Here鈥檚 my choice for flashback Saturday at the time of another Mercury retrograde! One of my all time favorite classics: Wuthering Heights.
The readers of this unconventional, provocative masterpiece truly diverted in two sides: haters and true admirers.
I鈥檓 one of the admirers because I always like to read about honest approach to the monsters wearing human furs in the real world. Catherine and Heathcliff are irritating, extremely selfish, destructive, illogical characters. They can be definite as threatening monsters. The claustrophobic, dark, agitating world building at Yorkshire moors: desolated, remote, freezing grassland reflects true beauty and ugliness at the same time ( like the reflection of its own habitants) combines with the dark souls of the characters and push you into depressive,intense, bleak world of them filled with grudge, hatred, resentment.
Why a man turn into a monster? Abuse he endured throughout the years from his family can manipulate his mind and make him think he鈥檚 not worthy enough. His bottled up anger, growing inferiority complex, sadness pushed him so far to kill the last pieces of humanity left in his body. He turns into a violent man beating his wife, cursing to his faith, becoming more vindictive at each second, fueling himself with the pain of the others just like he suffered when he witnessed his soulmate chose to marry with someone else and deep inside he is still humiliated Gypsy orphan boy even though now he is rich and powerful man . But in the meantime the man is still capable to feel passionate love. Did his obsessive love feed his hatred and push him too far to plan his vindictive revenge?
He鈥檚 not the only villain of the story, his true love Catherine is also selfish, vicious, filed with hatred. The anger inside of them darkens their souls. They slowly decay and turn into ruthless creatures who don鈥檛 carry any piece of empathy.
Catherine and Heathcliff鈥檚 story was too intimidating, destructive, unconventional for 19th century of England but as far as I can see it鈥檚 still way too much complex, heartfelt, painful for the world we鈥檙e living in, too.
Multi POVed storytelling technique and the heartbreaking, moving, extremely disturbing, dark, traumatic and truly tragic story of two most argumentative characters of the literature still haunt my soul but like a moth to a flame I cannot help myself to be drawn to this book over and over again.
Here are my favorite quotes:
鈥淒o I want to live? . . . [W]ould you like to live with your soul in the grave?鈥�
鈥淏e with me always鈥攖ake any form鈥攄rive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 tired of being enclosed here. I鈥檓 wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.鈥�
鈥淗e鈥檚 more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.鈥�
鈥淵ou loved me鈥攖hen what right had you to leave me?鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.鈥�
鈥淚 have to remind myself to breathe鈥攁lmost to remind my heart to beat!鈥�
The readers of this unconventional, provocative masterpiece truly diverted in two sides: haters and true admirers.
I鈥檓 one of the admirers because I always like to read about honest approach to the monsters wearing human furs in the real world. Catherine and Heathcliff are irritating, extremely selfish, destructive, illogical characters. They can be definite as threatening monsters. The claustrophobic, dark, agitating world building at Yorkshire moors: desolated, remote, freezing grassland reflects true beauty and ugliness at the same time ( like the reflection of its own habitants) combines with the dark souls of the characters and push you into depressive,intense, bleak world of them filled with grudge, hatred, resentment.
Why a man turn into a monster? Abuse he endured throughout the years from his family can manipulate his mind and make him think he鈥檚 not worthy enough. His bottled up anger, growing inferiority complex, sadness pushed him so far to kill the last pieces of humanity left in his body. He turns into a violent man beating his wife, cursing to his faith, becoming more vindictive at each second, fueling himself with the pain of the others just like he suffered when he witnessed his soulmate chose to marry with someone else and deep inside he is still humiliated Gypsy orphan boy even though now he is rich and powerful man . But in the meantime the man is still capable to feel passionate love. Did his obsessive love feed his hatred and push him too far to plan his vindictive revenge?
He鈥檚 not the only villain of the story, his true love Catherine is also selfish, vicious, filed with hatred. The anger inside of them darkens their souls. They slowly decay and turn into ruthless creatures who don鈥檛 carry any piece of empathy.
Catherine and Heathcliff鈥檚 story was too intimidating, destructive, unconventional for 19th century of England but as far as I can see it鈥檚 still way too much complex, heartfelt, painful for the world we鈥檙e living in, too.
Multi POVed storytelling technique and the heartbreaking, moving, extremely disturbing, dark, traumatic and truly tragic story of two most argumentative characters of the literature still haunt my soul but like a moth to a flame I cannot help myself to be drawn to this book over and over again.
Here are my favorite quotes:
鈥淒o I want to live? . . . [W]ould you like to live with your soul in the grave?鈥�
鈥淏e with me always鈥攖ake any form鈥攄rive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 tired of being enclosed here. I鈥檓 wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.鈥�
鈥淗e鈥檚 more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.鈥�
鈥淵ou loved me鈥攖hen what right had you to leave me?鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.鈥�
鈥淚 have to remind myself to breathe鈥攁lmost to remind my heart to beat!鈥�
April 10, 2025
Cathy and Heathcliff, a love story? At the beginning of our narrative Mr. Lockwood a tenant of Thrushcross Grange, visits his landlord Mr. Heathcliff at Wuthering Heights, four long miles away across the cold, eerie, moors, people back then walked a great distance they had few options without much complaining, troubled Lockwood wants to get away from society (he came to the right place). The setting is northern England 1801, in the Yorkshire Moors a vast, remote, desolate and gloomy grassland beautiful and ugly at the same time, a haunting locale. Lockwood is the only person who likes Heathcliff " a capital fellow" in the area, he sees something no one else does on his mournful face, sadness maybe even regret ( like himself) ? Later he learns the story of his landlord's tragic life, through Mrs. Nelly Dean his servant at Thrushcross Grange for three generations , she tells him about the life of Heathcliff found in the streets of Liverpool hungry , crying, dirty all alone without anyone caring there at the tender age of two, but the compassionate Mr. Earnshaw a wealthy man , Catherine's (Cathy's) father and takes him home. They never discovered the boy's true identity but because of the child's dark complexion, everyone calls him a gypsy. The two, Catherine and Heathcliff, grow up as brother and sister at Wuthering Heights always together Cathy and the unwanted orphan, playing on the lonely moors, they are soulmates . Resented by Cathy's older brother Hindley, (who beats him many times) in fact everyone does, still the gentle Mr. Earnshaw loves the boy. Morose, showing no emotions he can't afford to, still very angry underneath because of how others treat him, as an inferior, Heathcliff was never given another name. When teenager Cathy decides to marry Edgar Linton from a respected well off family and Heathcliff hears about it , he disappears to parts unknown the penniless man feels betrayed....Years pass and Heathcliff comes back from America rich, nobody learns how and he doesn't say either, probably not quite honestly and seeks vengeance. The children of each estate the Linton's of Thrushcross Grange and the Earnshaw's of Wuthering Heights, inherit their respective homes, Cathy wants to maintain a friendship and maybe more with Heathcliff, the weak Edgar of course hates the gypsy yet can't stop the two from seeing each other, the attraction is too powerful. The triangle will soon dissolve, people come and go but the moors abide. Strong novel with a bittersweet plot... Love or despise this classic, you cannot help but admire its quality.
August 6, 2021
(Book 902 from 1001 books) - Wuthering Heights, Emily Bront毛
In 1801, Lockwood, a wealthy young man from the south of England, who is seeking peace and recuperation, rents Thrushcross Grange in Yorkshire.
He visits his landlord, Heathcliff, who lives in a remote moorland farmhouse, Wuthering Heights.
There Lockwood finds an odd assemblage: Heathcliff, who seems to be a gentleman, but whose manners are uncouth; the reserved mistress of the house, who is in her mid-teens; and a young man, who seems to be a member of the family, yet dresses and speaks as if he is a servant. ...
毓賳賵丕賳賴丕蹖 趩丕倬 卮丿賴 丿乇 丕蹖乇丕賳: 芦鬲賳丿亘丕丿 丨賵丕丿孬 蹖丕 賵賵鬲乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿禺蹖夭禄貨 芦毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿禄貨 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴: 丕賲蹖賱蹖 亘乇賵賳鬲賴貨 丕賳鬲卮丕乇鬲蹖賴丕 (賳诏丕賴 貙 噩丕賲蹖) 丕丿亘蹖丕鬲貨 鬲丕乇蹖禺 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 禺賵丕賳卮: 賲丕賴 噩賵賱丕蹖 爻丕賱 1977 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖貨 亘丕乇 丿賵賲: 爻丕賱 1998 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖貨 爻賵賲蹖賳 亘丕乇 丿乇 賲丕賴 賲蹖 爻丕賱 2007 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖
毓賳賵丕賳賴丕蹖 趩丕倬 卮丿賴 丿乇 丕蹖乇丕賳: 芦鬲賳丿亘丕丿 丨賵丕丿孬 蹖丕 賵賵鬲乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿禺蹖夭禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿禺蹖夭 (賵賵丿乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭)禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (賵丕丿乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭)禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿)禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (賵丕丿乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲爻)禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 蹖丕 毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿禄貨 芦亘賴 乇夭丕蹖蹖賴 讴丕賳蹖 亘賴鈥屫必ㄘж� 讴乇丿蹖貙 爻賳賳丿噩禄貨 芦毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿禄貨 芦毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿 (亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇)禄貨 芦賵丕鬲乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (鬲丕 丕賳鬲賴丕蹖 倬乇 乇賳噩 毓卮賯)禄貨 芦毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿 (亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿禺蹖夭)禄貨
賴乇 蹖讴 丕夭 毓賳賵丕賳賴丕蹖 亘丕賱丕貙 亘丕乇賴丕 亘賴 夭蹖賵乇 胤亘毓 丌乇丕爻鬲賴 卮丿賴 丕賳丿貙 丕賱亘鬲賴 讴賴 亘丕 讴賵卮卮 賲鬲乇噩賲蹖賳貙 賵 丿蹖诏乇丕賳 丕夭 丕乇噩賲賳丿丕賳貨 丕孬乇蹖 丕夭 芦丕賲蹖賱蹖 亘乇賵賳鬲賴禄貙 卮丕毓乇 賵 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 蹖 芦亘乇蹖鬲丕賳蹖丕蹖蹖禄 丕爻鬲貙 讴賴 亘丕乇賴丕 鬲賵爻胤 賲鬲乇噩賲賴丕蹖 賳丕賲 丌卮賳丕貙 禺丕賳賲賴丕 賵 丌賯丕蹖丕賳: 芦毓亘丿丕賱毓馗蹖賲 氐亘賵乇蹖 - 丿乇 299氐貙 丿乇 爻丕賱 1334賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖禄貙 芦賵賱蹖 丕賱賱賴 丕亘乇丕賴蹖賲蹖 丿乇 爻丕賱 1348賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖禄貙 芦丿丕乇蹖賵卮 卮丕賴蹖賳禄貨 芦毓賱蹖 丕氐睾乇 亘賴乇丕賲 亘蹖诏蹖禄貙 芦倬乇賵蹖夭 倬跇賵丕讴禄貨 芦乇亘丕亘 丕賲丕賲禄貙 芦鬲賴賲蹖賳賴 賲賴乇亘丕賳蹖禄貙 芦丨賲蹖丿 丕讴亘乇蹖 賵 夭賴乇丕 丕丨賲丿蹖丕賳禄貙 芦賮乇夭丕賳賴 賯賱蹖夭丕丿賴禄貙 芦賳毓蹖賲賴 馗丕賴乇蹖禄貙 芦賲乇蹖賲 氐丕丿賯蹖禄貨 芦丕讴乇賲 賲馗賮乇蹖禄貙 芦賮丕胤賲賴 丕賲蹖賳蹖禄貙 芦卮丕丿蹖 丕亘胤丨蹖禄貙 芦賮乇蹖丿賴 賯乇丕趩賴 丿丕睾蹖 (氐賲蹖賲蹖)禄貨 芦賲賴丿蹖 爻噩賵丿蹖 賲賯丿賲禄貙 芦乇囟丕 乇囟丕蹖蹖禄貙 賵 芦賳賵卮蹖賳 丕亘乇丕賴蹖賲蹖禄貙 芦賲賴丿蹖 睾亘乇丕卅蹖禄貙 芦賴丕丿蹖 乇蹖丕囟蹖禄貙 芦爻賲蹖賴 丕賲丕賳蹖禄 賵 芦卮賴乇丕賲
賯賵丕賲蹖禄貨 賵 ...貨 鬲乇噩賲賴 賵 賲賳鬲卮乇 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲
賵丕丿賽乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲爻 丿乇 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 讴賴 毓賳賵丕賳 丌賳貙 賳丕賲 毓賲丕乇鬲 禺丕賳賵丕丿诏蹖 芦丕乇賳卮丕賵禄貨 賵 亘賴 賲毓賳蹖 禺丕賳賴 丕蹖 丕爻鬲貙 讴賴 乇賵蹖 鬲倬賴 賵 丿乇 賲毓乇囟 亘丕丿 爻丕禺鬲賴 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲貨 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 毓卮賯 丌鬲卮蹖賳 賵 賲卮讴賱鈥屫ж必� 賲蹖丕賳 芦賴蹖孬 讴賱蹖賮禄 賵 芦讴鬲乇蹖賳 (讴丕鬲乇蹖賳) 丕乇賳卮丕賵禄貙 賵 丕蹖賳鈥屭┵� 賴賲蹖賳 毓卮賯 賳丕賮乇噩丕賲貙 趩诏賵賳賴 爻乇丕賳噩丕賲 丕蹖賳 丿賵 毓丕卮賯貙 賵 亘爻蹖丕乇蹖 丕夭 丕胤乇丕賮蹖丕賳卮丕賳 乇丕貙 亘賴 賳丕亘賵丿蹖 賲蹖鈥屭┴簇з嗀� 芦賴蹖孬 讴賱蹖賮禄貙 讴賵賱蹖鈥屫藏ж団€� 丕蹖 丕爻鬲貙 讴賴 賲賵賮賯 亘賴 丕夭丿賵丕噩 亘丕 芦讴丕鬲乇蹖賳禄 賳賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 賵 倬爻 丕夭 賲乇诏 芦讴丕鬲乇蹖賳禄 亘賴 丕賳鬲賯丕賲鈥� 乇賵蹖 賲蹖鈥屫①堌必�.貨
鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 30/05/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 14/05/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
In 1801, Lockwood, a wealthy young man from the south of England, who is seeking peace and recuperation, rents Thrushcross Grange in Yorkshire.
He visits his landlord, Heathcliff, who lives in a remote moorland farmhouse, Wuthering Heights.
There Lockwood finds an odd assemblage: Heathcliff, who seems to be a gentleman, but whose manners are uncouth; the reserved mistress of the house, who is in her mid-teens; and a young man, who seems to be a member of the family, yet dresses and speaks as if he is a servant. ...
毓賳賵丕賳賴丕蹖 趩丕倬 卮丿賴 丿乇 丕蹖乇丕賳: 芦鬲賳丿亘丕丿 丨賵丕丿孬 蹖丕 賵賵鬲乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿禺蹖夭禄貨 芦毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿禄貨 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴: 丕賲蹖賱蹖 亘乇賵賳鬲賴貨 丕賳鬲卮丕乇鬲蹖賴丕 (賳诏丕賴 貙 噩丕賲蹖) 丕丿亘蹖丕鬲貨 鬲丕乇蹖禺 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 禺賵丕賳卮: 賲丕賴 噩賵賱丕蹖 爻丕賱 1977 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖貨 亘丕乇 丿賵賲: 爻丕賱 1998 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖貨 爻賵賲蹖賳 亘丕乇 丿乇 賲丕賴 賲蹖 爻丕賱 2007 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖
毓賳賵丕賳賴丕蹖 趩丕倬 卮丿賴 丿乇 丕蹖乇丕賳: 芦鬲賳丿亘丕丿 丨賵丕丿孬 蹖丕 賵賵鬲乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿禺蹖夭禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿禺蹖夭 (賵賵丿乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭)禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (賵丕丿乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭)禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿)禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (賵丕丿乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲爻)禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 蹖丕 毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿禄貨 芦亘賴 乇夭丕蹖蹖賴 讴丕賳蹖 亘賴鈥屫必ㄘж� 讴乇丿蹖貙 爻賳賳丿噩禄貨 芦毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿禄貨 芦毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿 (亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇)禄貨 芦賵丕鬲乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲夭禄貨 芦亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿诏蹖乇 (鬲丕 丕賳鬲賴丕蹖 倬乇 乇賳噩 毓卮賯)禄貨 芦毓卮賯 賴乇诏夭 賳賲蹖賲蹖乇丿 (亘賱賳丿蹖賴丕蹖 亘丕丿禺蹖夭)禄貨
賴乇 蹖讴 丕夭 毓賳賵丕賳賴丕蹖 亘丕賱丕貙 亘丕乇賴丕 亘賴 夭蹖賵乇 胤亘毓 丌乇丕爻鬲賴 卮丿賴 丕賳丿貙 丕賱亘鬲賴 讴賴 亘丕 讴賵卮卮 賲鬲乇噩賲蹖賳貙 賵 丿蹖诏乇丕賳 丕夭 丕乇噩賲賳丿丕賳貨 丕孬乇蹖 丕夭 芦丕賲蹖賱蹖 亘乇賵賳鬲賴禄貙 卮丕毓乇 賵 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 蹖 芦亘乇蹖鬲丕賳蹖丕蹖蹖禄 丕爻鬲貙 讴賴 亘丕乇賴丕 鬲賵爻胤 賲鬲乇噩賲賴丕蹖 賳丕賲 丌卮賳丕貙 禺丕賳賲賴丕 賵 丌賯丕蹖丕賳: 芦毓亘丿丕賱毓馗蹖賲 氐亘賵乇蹖 - 丿乇 299氐貙 丿乇 爻丕賱 1334賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖禄貙 芦賵賱蹖 丕賱賱賴 丕亘乇丕賴蹖賲蹖 丿乇 爻丕賱 1348賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖禄貙 芦丿丕乇蹖賵卮 卮丕賴蹖賳禄貨 芦毓賱蹖 丕氐睾乇 亘賴乇丕賲 亘蹖诏蹖禄貙 芦倬乇賵蹖夭 倬跇賵丕讴禄貨 芦乇亘丕亘 丕賲丕賲禄貙 芦鬲賴賲蹖賳賴 賲賴乇亘丕賳蹖禄貙 芦丨賲蹖丿 丕讴亘乇蹖 賵 夭賴乇丕 丕丨賲丿蹖丕賳禄貙 芦賮乇夭丕賳賴 賯賱蹖夭丕丿賴禄貙 芦賳毓蹖賲賴 馗丕賴乇蹖禄貙 芦賲乇蹖賲 氐丕丿賯蹖禄貨 芦丕讴乇賲 賲馗賮乇蹖禄貙 芦賮丕胤賲賴 丕賲蹖賳蹖禄貙 芦卮丕丿蹖 丕亘胤丨蹖禄貙 芦賮乇蹖丿賴 賯乇丕趩賴 丿丕睾蹖 (氐賲蹖賲蹖)禄貨 芦賲賴丿蹖 爻噩賵丿蹖 賲賯丿賲禄貙 芦乇囟丕 乇囟丕蹖蹖禄貙 賵 芦賳賵卮蹖賳 丕亘乇丕賴蹖賲蹖禄貙 芦賲賴丿蹖 睾亘乇丕卅蹖禄貙 芦賴丕丿蹖 乇蹖丕囟蹖禄貙 芦爻賲蹖賴 丕賲丕賳蹖禄 賵 芦卮賴乇丕賲
賯賵丕賲蹖禄貨 賵 ...貨 鬲乇噩賲賴 賵 賲賳鬲卮乇 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲
賵丕丿賽乇蹖賳诏 賴丕蹖鬲爻 丿乇 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 讴賴 毓賳賵丕賳 丌賳貙 賳丕賲 毓賲丕乇鬲 禺丕賳賵丕丿诏蹖 芦丕乇賳卮丕賵禄貨 賵 亘賴 賲毓賳蹖 禺丕賳賴 丕蹖 丕爻鬲貙 讴賴 乇賵蹖 鬲倬賴 賵 丿乇 賲毓乇囟 亘丕丿 爻丕禺鬲賴 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲貨 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 毓卮賯 丌鬲卮蹖賳 賵 賲卮讴賱鈥屫ж必� 賲蹖丕賳 芦賴蹖孬 讴賱蹖賮禄 賵 芦讴鬲乇蹖賳 (讴丕鬲乇蹖賳) 丕乇賳卮丕賵禄貙 賵 丕蹖賳鈥屭┵� 賴賲蹖賳 毓卮賯 賳丕賮乇噩丕賲貙 趩诏賵賳賴 爻乇丕賳噩丕賲 丕蹖賳 丿賵 毓丕卮賯貙 賵 亘爻蹖丕乇蹖 丕夭 丕胤乇丕賮蹖丕賳卮丕賳 乇丕貙 亘賴 賳丕亘賵丿蹖 賲蹖鈥屭┴簇з嗀� 芦賴蹖孬 讴賱蹖賮禄貙 讴賵賱蹖鈥屫藏ж団€� 丕蹖 丕爻鬲貙 讴賴 賲賵賮賯 亘賴 丕夭丿賵丕噩 亘丕 芦讴丕鬲乇蹖賳禄 賳賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 賵 倬爻 丕夭 賲乇诏 芦讴丕鬲乇蹖賳禄 亘賴 丕賳鬲賯丕賲鈥� 乇賵蹖 賲蹖鈥屫①堌必�.貨
鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 30/05/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 14/05/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
November 25, 2014
I first read this in AP English Literature - senior year of high school. This book is dense and thick and confusing, and with a class full of haters, it was hard to wrap my head around it. I subsequently read it three or four more times for classes in college and every time I read it, I loved it more. I always found some new, fascinating piece of the story I had never picked up on.
The last time I read it, I suddenly realized that there were many hints and clues that Heathcliff could, in fact, be black. A quick shot at research into Liverpool, where Mr. Earnshaw found the urchin, shows that it was the home to a thriving slave trade. This theory completely changes the story, in my opinion.
Or the thought someone brought up in our seminar on the Brontes - what if Nellie is in love with Heathcliff and subsequently altered how she told the story? You do find Nellie to be coincidently involved in many key scenes throughout the text. What if she isn't the good guy most readers assume she is?
Wuthering Heights is one of the quintessential novels in history. There's nothing else you can really say about it, except that it's one of the best pieces of writing to ever be created. It's just that incredible.
Finished for the 5th time - 11/25/2014
The last time I read it, I suddenly realized that there were many hints and clues that Heathcliff could, in fact, be black. A quick shot at research into Liverpool, where Mr. Earnshaw found the urchin, shows that it was the home to a thriving slave trade. This theory completely changes the story, in my opinion.
Or the thought someone brought up in our seminar on the Brontes - what if Nellie is in love with Heathcliff and subsequently altered how she told the story? You do find Nellie to be coincidently involved in many key scenes throughout the text. What if she isn't the good guy most readers assume she is?
Wuthering Heights is one of the quintessential novels in history. There's nothing else you can really say about it, except that it's one of the best pieces of writing to ever be created. It's just that incredible.
Finished for the 5th time - 11/25/2014
February 24, 2019
鈥淧eople feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.鈥�
Okay, I know that Wuthering Heights is so many people鈥檚 favorite book of all-time, and so many people鈥檚 least favorite book of all-time, so I went into this not really knowing what to expect. I will be honest, I didn鈥檛 really love it, but I was for sure not expecting the wild ride that this story took me on. I just truly found all of the characters (Except for Ellen/Nelly) to be so damn insufferable.
But this is a story set in 1801, about a man named Mr. Lockwood, staying the night at Wuthering Heights. He meets a man named Heathcliff, who seems absolutely miserable, and he meets a housekeeper named Ellen Dean who will eventually help us figure out why Heathcliff is so miserable. Oh, and when Lockwood goes to sleep that night, he is awoken by a ghost! He then tells Ellen this, and she promptly throws us back into a flashback, where she becomes the new narrator, and we get to see what went down at Wuthering Heights many years ago.
Wuthering Heights, at its black heart, is a story all about abuse, and cycles of abuse, and how abuse can impact so many hearts and so many generations repeatedly. Abuse and cruelty truly breed violence, and Heathcliff and everyone he has been forced to interact with just showcase that theme over and over. Heathcliff was orphaned and taken in, but everyone reminds him that he constantly is an outsider. But this story focuses on him and the three young people he grew up alongside of, and they are all shitty in their own ways.
鉃� Heathcliff is shitty because he only cares for Catherine.
鉃� Isabelle is shitty because she only cares about Heathcliff.
鉃� Edgar is shitty because he doesn鈥檛 care about his sister.
鉃� Catherine is shitty because she only cares about herself.
鈥淲hatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.鈥�
And friends, it is a truly wild ride seeing these characters interact with one another. And we eventually get to see their children who (you guessed it) are shitty, too! Again, cycles of abandonment and abuse is truly heartbreaking in every aspect.
I don鈥檛 want to say too much more without spoiling, because I really do think the twists are pretty decent in this and figuring out more about the ghost was a big highlight for me. Also, the atmosphere was phenomenal, and the Yorkshire moors truly set a beautiful stage for this dark tale. And I feel like this is a little bit of an unpopular opinion; but I actually really liked Emily鈥檚 prose, too.
I do want to say that upon finishing this story, I immediately started to look up things about the entire Bront毛 family, and my heart just broke. The things that those sister, and their entire family, had to go through. I know 2019 is kind of a dumpster fire, but I am so thankful that I wasn鈥檛 born in the 1800s, good Lord. Also, reading about how closely tuberculosis impacted this story and Emily鈥檚 life truly fucked me up, especially because I鈥檓 close to Emily鈥檚 age when she died. Seriously, I have so much love and respect in my heart for these three sisters, originally writing their dark tales under male pseudonyms, who will now never be forgotten.
Overall, even though I didn鈥檛 love this story, this book was enjoyable enough to read. But you鈥檙e never going to find me romanticism anything that Heathcliff did. But I truly couldn鈥檛 wait to find out what happened next to all these insufferable characters. And I still firmly believe that Ellen/Nelly deserves the entire world. Also, I had the biggest giggle while reading about someone throwing hot applesauce at someone else, because like, just imagine that.
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Content and trigger warnings for use of the word g*psies, death, loss of a loved one, a lot of physical and emotional abuse, alcohol abuse, child abuse, animal abuse, humiliation, self-harm, and abandonment.
July 27, 2022
Wuthering Heights is a story of great love and passion. It is a story of betrayal. It is a story of revenge. It is a story of complicated relationships in and between families. It is a story of rebels. It is a story of a few selfish characters who will try to do anything for their benefit. This is the beauty of this novel. It can be viewed from multiple angles, and we can see many embedded themes in it, giving us a different reading experience every time we read it in various phases of our life.
Emily Bronte has crafted this story in such a way that the story of the Earnshaws and the Lintons and Heathcliff and Catherine will stay in our minds forever. If you are a lover of classics, this is unequivocally the book you should never miss.
鈥淚f all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.鈥�
March 8, 2021
Having been unable to visit the Bronte Parsonage Museum recently, due to Covid-19, I thought a re-read of Wuthering Heights would be the next best thing, and it was - but oh how I long for a trip to Haworth, just to soak up that unique atmosphere!
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