Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë)

Wuthering Heights is Emily Brontë‘s only novel.

Plot:
Mr. Lockwood recently rented a house from Heathcliff, a surly man who sparks Lockwoods curiosity. So he gets his servant Nelly Dean who used to work for Heathcliff to tell him the story of Heathcliff and his entanglement with the Earnshaw and the Linton family, a story full of jealousy and hatred.

Oh man, I hated Wuthering Heights. It was boring, there wasn’t a single character I actually liked (with the possible exception of Lockwood and sometimes I liked Hareton, but only maybe and sometimes) and I was only waiting for a redeeming feature that never came.

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I started reading this book in March. And it took me until now to finish it. Not only because I don’t have much time to read at the moment, but also because I kept catching myself avoiding to read this book. I hated it that much and I’m honestly not sure why I finished it a all (though he last 30 pages or so are actually bearable, so there’s that).

But honestly it’s a book about assholes, doing assholish and abusive things to each other. Why exactly does anybody want to read that? And that’s not even mentioning the fact that somehow somewhere this became a romantic love story to some people? How exactly did that work, I wonder?

Anyway, I got through it. Lockwood is actually kinda nice, though his tendency to walk all over personal boundaries is annoying, too. And I did like Hareton when he wasn’t lashing out (though the lashing out was understandable, since he grew up with Heathcliff, and nobody actually cared how that went, so…).
But since Catherine behaved like an ass to him most of the time, I’m not exactly sure how happy I am with the ending.

Those are just small things, though. The really big thing was the complete lack of relatable characters. And without that it just doesn’t work at all.

Summarising: should be dropped as a classic. And as L. pointed out so succinctly: the foreword is the best thing about it.

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8 thoughts on “Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë)

  1. I have been mentioned in a kalafudrian review! (/imagine an animated gif of the lion king doing his roar on king rock)

    I’m proud of you for actually finishing the book.

  2. I actually felt exactly the same way after I read it (oh my god, these people are AWFUL!) but somehow I did think about it for some time afterwards and while I’ll never “like” the book I think I can see why other people do. There’s something about the moors and the general horridness that seems to work in its own context. And it is supposed to be quintessential gothic, right? It’s not _supposed_ to be appreciated in a mainstream sense :) .

    • I do appreciate anti-heroes and I like stories that are dark and not all happy. But there has to be something relatable there. I need a point of entry into a story. In this case, my hatred of it all kept the doors into the story locked.
      If people do find that entry, they might enjoy it, or at least appreciate it. I dunno.

      It most definitely wouldn’t become a love story either way. ;)

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