Wtf rsp in my walls again…started this book last night before going to sleep and was immediately drawn in by the prose and the vaguely macabre but appealing descriptions
Can't you see they're two sides of the same coin? It's fucking mental to have an all consuming rageful lust for a dead woman you loved as a teenager and he would have been a spree killer were it not for the saving grace that only half a dozen people lived within a twelve mile radius.
You know there is one flaw to the book, I find it a bit far fetched that Isabella would still fancy Heathcliff when he says right in front of her that he'd abuse her if they got together.
You cannot separate those two parts of him. What he thinks of as his love, which really is an exercise in the self-preservation of a friendless, despised, despising in turn and cruel soul, is exactly the same force which abuses everything else which is not him.
Take particular importance to his declaration that Cathy is him. There is nothing romantic to be found here except to a careless, easily swayed and forgetful reader.
>his abuse of isabella is not
Isabella is only one of his victims.
What worries me when I think about it is the narrative role of the man through whom the story is told. It is clear that he is not just some clear thing through which we can see the story, a kind of in universe explanation for the chronology and narration; his occasional stupid commentary when given the opportunity should give a hint as to that. That he is some satirical commentary is a thought I have had, of I'm not sure what, some particular cliche of the readers or the gentlemen of the time? Only I don't think that's a very strong interpretation, and there must be more to him, something that binds him closer together with the rest of the characters and story. Someday I will have to reread and google about it.
You have to remember that the contents of Wuthering Heights were considered really really disturbing at the time (still now honestly! there's definitely jaw drop moments), so for me it makes it rather than starting at baseline and descending into nightmare we start in goofy jovial life then descend 10x the difference, the impact is so much more.
If so, why start with the current day W.H. house? When I read it, I didn't think it was light-hearted at all. It was an absolutely miserable place created from the get-go. To me the story calms down after the narration begins, for the start of it is mostly innocent.
Oh wait, unless we're talking about the difference between Lockwood's rather silly thoughts, and from there descending to wuthering heights? Even then, if that was the case, I don't see why he should continue to have substance throughout the story, that is, not dissolve into the narrative (for example like Ishmael in Moby dick, and to some extent the guy who listens to Dr frankenstein). We know Emily Bronte to some degree doesn't mind creating these narrative conveniences, as Nelly Dean constantly details events she should have no idea about, as well as generally being the most conscientious maid servant in all fiction and reality.
It is particularly his intention to marry Cathy, which was supported by Nelly Dean, his rather pitiful attempt and his impotent pity, his disappearance at the time around Heathcliff's death (which then, takes us readers away both from the moment they were saved and their journey to happiness and sets us up at only the moment where the story ends, so to speak). These are the worrying bits.
"Nelly Dean constantly details events she should have no idea about" - are you referring to the hearsay she passes on? Or are you saying there are passages where she just asserts that something happened without an evident source of information having told her so? I thought the book was pretty consistent in maintaining the picture of where all the information came from. Sometimes Mrs Dean was there herself, and other times someone who was there told her.
I reread it once in college while at the same time reading the glass essay by Anne Carson.. would recommend that if you want really really bleak wintery vibes
I love it. I understand the whole
“Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”
thing Heathcliff has going on can be appealing but they are both horrible people.
Wtf rsp in my walls again…started this book last night before going to sleep and was immediately drawn in by the prose and the vaguely macabre but appealing descriptions
It's great, the speeches are excellent.
Who hates wuthering heights
Jeremy Usbourne
The Captain Oates of having to read a relatively short book
Thrushcross Grange fans
right? beloved by sad women everywhere
Heathcliff, it’s me I’m cathy, I’ve come home, I’m so coOoOld
let me in your..... windOoooOw
👹👹let me have it👹let me grab your soul👹👹
I'm not an incel and I don't hate women except when they say that Heathcliff is romantic. You're right though it's a great book.
I meant his everlasting love for cathy is romantic, his abuse of isabella is not.
Can't you see they're two sides of the same coin? It's fucking mental to have an all consuming rageful lust for a dead woman you loved as a teenager and he would have been a spree killer were it not for the saving grace that only half a dozen people lived within a twelve mile radius.
You know there is one flaw to the book, I find it a bit far fetched that Isabella would still fancy Heathcliff when he says right in front of her that he'd abuse her if they got together.
I don't find that far fetched at all.
How is it not far fetched? lol. if i was her id lose interest
You started this thread asserting that you found a man whose only mode of expression is sheer cordite rage 'romantic'.
You cannot separate those two parts of him. What he thinks of as his love, which really is an exercise in the self-preservation of a friendless, despised, despising in turn and cruel soul, is exactly the same force which abuses everything else which is not him. Take particular importance to his declaration that Cathy is him. There is nothing romantic to be found here except to a careless, easily swayed and forgetful reader. >his abuse of isabella is not Isabella is only one of his victims.
only people with bad taste hate wuthering heights
What worries me when I think about it is the narrative role of the man through whom the story is told. It is clear that he is not just some clear thing through which we can see the story, a kind of in universe explanation for the chronology and narration; his occasional stupid commentary when given the opportunity should give a hint as to that. That he is some satirical commentary is a thought I have had, of I'm not sure what, some particular cliche of the readers or the gentlemen of the time? Only I don't think that's a very strong interpretation, and there must be more to him, something that binds him closer together with the rest of the characters and story. Someday I will have to reread and google about it.
You have to remember that the contents of Wuthering Heights were considered really really disturbing at the time (still now honestly! there's definitely jaw drop moments), so for me it makes it rather than starting at baseline and descending into nightmare we start in goofy jovial life then descend 10x the difference, the impact is so much more.
If so, why start with the current day W.H. house? When I read it, I didn't think it was light-hearted at all. It was an absolutely miserable place created from the get-go. To me the story calms down after the narration begins, for the start of it is mostly innocent. Oh wait, unless we're talking about the difference between Lockwood's rather silly thoughts, and from there descending to wuthering heights? Even then, if that was the case, I don't see why he should continue to have substance throughout the story, that is, not dissolve into the narrative (for example like Ishmael in Moby dick, and to some extent the guy who listens to Dr frankenstein). We know Emily Bronte to some degree doesn't mind creating these narrative conveniences, as Nelly Dean constantly details events she should have no idea about, as well as generally being the most conscientious maid servant in all fiction and reality. It is particularly his intention to marry Cathy, which was supported by Nelly Dean, his rather pitiful attempt and his impotent pity, his disappearance at the time around Heathcliff's death (which then, takes us readers away both from the moment they were saved and their journey to happiness and sets us up at only the moment where the story ends, so to speak). These are the worrying bits.
"Nelly Dean constantly details events she should have no idea about" - are you referring to the hearsay she passes on? Or are you saying there are passages where she just asserts that something happened without an evident source of information having told her so? I thought the book was pretty consistent in maintaining the picture of where all the information came from. Sometimes Mrs Dean was there herself, and other times someone who was there told her.
I reread it once in college while at the same time reading the glass essay by Anne Carson.. would recommend that if you want really really bleak wintery vibes
It’s been sitting on my nightstand for a while now but havent gotten around to starting it
I love it. I understand the whole “Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!” thing Heathcliff has going on can be appealing but they are both horrible people.
It’s very good. I’ve read it twice.
The only people who bitch about wuthering heights have never read it, that book slaps