Published March 30th 2011 (first published 1847)
Well … that was depressing … AF …
“Wuthering Heights is a wild, passionate story of the intense and almost demonic love between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, a foundling adopted by Catherine’s father. After Mr Earnshaw’s death, Heathcliff is bullied and humiliated by Catherine’s brother Hindley and wrongly believing that his love for Catherine is not reciprocated, leaves Wuthering Heights, only to return years later as a wealthy and polished man. He proceeds to exact a terrible revenge for his former miseries. The action of the story is chaotic and unremittingly violent, but the accomplished handling of a complex structure, the evocative descriptions of the lonely moorland setting and the poetic grandeur of vision combine to make this unique novel a masterpiece of English literature.”
What I Liked
This is the sort of book that can be dissected and discussed and argued and dissected again forever and ever. The more I think about this book the more symbolism I realize existed in this book …
But was it enjoyable? No
What I Did Not Like
I HATED this book … I hated the pacing, I hated the characters (which I think is sort of the point), and I really wanted to toss this one out of the plane window a time or two ….. but plane windows don’t open for obvious reason 😦
If you didn’t gather … I read this book while on a plane from Las Vegas a few years ago. There are not a lot of exciting things to do on a plane, so it is interesting that I was really easily distracted. This book is SLOOOOOOOOOOOOW … like it defines slow. Normally I do not mind a slow build story, but this book was bleak and even-paced at the slow stage throughout the entire book.
And talk about gloomy. This book made me feel like I should be wearing a black cloak in the freezing rain in a cobblestoned alleyway with fog drifting in off some nearby river and mascara running down my face. This to me seems like the perfect location to read this book for optimum bleakness. There is nothing beautiful or fun or happy or pleasing about this book in any way.
All of the characters are horrible humans in almost every way with no redeeming qualities. That is the point though however. You are supposed to hate these characters. This is a book about crappy people treating each other with prejudice and hate and hate and hate. Heathcliff and Catherine are basically the poster child for love gone wrong. I felt like I needed to watch funny cat videos for about a month after this book to really cleanse my soul of all the angst.
The interesting thing though … is that even with all the hate and angst written into this story … I felt none of it. Yes, I felt depressed … but I did not feel pain or hate or anger or anything but emotionless.
But here is where this review gets tricky …
I recommend this book to everyone … yeah … you read that right. I feel like this is one of those books that should be a classic staple in everyone’s library. It stays with you for sure. The concerns about this book that I listed where not accidents. These were beautifully written literary elements that I supposed I was just not in the mood for.
I did not enjoy this book … but then some days these characters and new symbolism come to mind and I have the strange desire to possibly re-read this book. Maybe, having given this book time to seep in, I would be better able to appreciate and enjoy the read?