I tried to read this book ages ago but I think I was not mature enough to understand the content, nor was interested in it. Now as I am trying to write a gothic romance x steampunk novel, I am trying to go back and gather the mood by what has been before me.
I have also figured out that I am better listening rather than reading classic novels, it is easier for me to create the image in my mind if I am not staring at the page.
So Wuthering Heights, not the song by Kate Bush but the novel that inspired the song written by Emily Bronte. It was published in 1847, a year before Emily’s death at the age of 30. It was published under the pseudonym of Ellis Bell, as all the Bronte sisters did.
It is thanks to Sophie Carlon, that I knew what I may have been getting myself into which was not a love story – I am so on board. Wuthering Heights has claimed the title of the book I loved because I hated all the characters, except Nelly our main narrator of the book – although she did annoy me at times.
The story centres around Heathcliff and Catherine, or as I am renaming them Mr Narcissistic Von Fuckstick and Miss Dithered. Two people who are the venus fly-traps to each others fly. It follows their tragedy that impacts them and looks at whether cruelty is passed by DNA or do they have control – is the next generation a true representation of the one before it.
Half way through the book it shifts a generation to focus on Cathy Linton (daughter of Edgar Linton and Catherine) and Linton Heathcliff (son of Edgar’s sister Isabella Linton and Heathcliff). These two characters are also dislikable, which should come as no surprise. Cathy is a spoilt-rotten girl who reminds me a lot of Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Linton on the other hand, should be renamed Mr Kleenx for all the crying he does – if he hadn’t of gone the way he did in the book, I would have seen to it that he had.
Overall, the characters were dislikeable and you would think I wouldn’t recommend it – but I do. For a wonderful examination of human nature. It should be noted that my narrator for this book was Mrs Bucket herself Patrica Routlidge and that was a delight, her execution of this classic was top notch.