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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.

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 n  Gone with the Windn-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.

Wuthering Heights was assigned to me during my senior year of high school. I didn’t read it then. Even though I read a lot of books at that time, I just couldn’t get into classics, and bluffed my way through English class with a healthy collection of Cliffs Notes.

So, what do I think now that I have finally read Wuthering Heights? In some ways, it’s quite stilted because of the writing conventions of the time. Everything is presented through the recounting of a present narrator instead of simply an omniscient one. Pretty much every character has a double, and the entire second half of the book repeats the first half with changes meant to highlight the differences between the first and second generation of characters.

But overall, the book was not what I expected and instead kind of bonkers. Multiple children, women, and spouses are psychologically and physically abused. A character drinks himself to death. Considering Catherine and Heathcliff are one of literature’s most famous couples, I’m not sure “toxic” goes far enough to describe how unsuited they are for each other. She loves him in her way, but chooses another for social status. Once spurned, he dusts himself off and finds someone else. Just kidding. He engages on a multi-generational scheme of revenge with a capital R, marrying a woman he hates, attempting to ruin a child’s life simply because of who his father was, and finally using his own unloved son as part of his vengeance.

As one might expect from a classic, the writing is excellent. Catherine and Heathcliff’s declarations of love for each other are flowery, passionate, generally over-the-top, and probably a big part of why people remember this book as being “romantic” when it’s not. But other lines illustrate the point. How monstrous is Heathcliff? Here’s a line he says about his own son and potential daughter-in-law: “Had I been born where laws are less strict and tastes less dainty, I should treat myself to a slow vivisection of those two, as an evening's amusement.” Or this one, in which he compares his son to the son of his higher-born rival:

But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost, rendered worst than unavailing.

I’m not sure I enjoyed the book, though I did read it quickly so that’s one sign I did. There were parts I thought dragged, and I’m not sure there’s a redeeming character in the entire book, save the narrators. Still, the writing was lush, and the story so dark.... 31 years later, I have to say Mrs. Minnick was right: Wuthering Heights is certainly a book worth reading. Recommended if you, like me, dodged it in your youth.

Wuthering Heights
by Emily Brontë

Vile people are mean to one another.

The End

n  n
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.

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n    “If 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.”n  

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convincing you to read this book based on some of my favourite lines from it:

n  n    “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”n  n

n  n    “If 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.”n  n

n  n    “If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.”n  n

n  n    “I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”n  n

n  n    “I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind."n  n

n  n    “I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.”n  n

n  n    “If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.”n  n

n  n    “I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!”n  n

n  n    “It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”n  n

n  n    “You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!”n  n

n  n    “My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Healthcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”
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And the one the ended up defining my entire being and makes me feel like i'm standing at the top of a mountain with wind blowing in my hair:

n  n    “I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”n  n

And the one that breaks me every single time:

n  n    “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. 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 cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”n  n

like??? EMILY BRONTE? MA'AM? WHO WRITES LIKE THIS?

I'm still trying to understand why and how there is such a hype for a sadistic sociopath and a spoiled pshyco bitch falling in "love" with each other and wrecking everyone's lives around them. People need to stop calling this romantic!

Dark, atmospheric, disturbing and fascinating. I love reading about horrible characters, doomed romances, bleakness and darkness, so this was perfect for me. It's awfully dramatic and ridiculous at times, but I loved it all.

Wuthering Heights is a beautiful, dark spectacle. Its relentless gloom and utter lack of redemption seem extraordinary for its time, and refreshing in a peculiar way. The choice of removing the narrative by two degrees from the novel's events has the effect of obscuring the motives of the principal characters, which leaves the novel unfortunately prone to a simplistic interpretation. One, however, must read between the lines. These are complex characters, caught in a web of causation that amplifies and perpetuates their flaws. I love the novel's ambiguity, its refusal to guide the reader to a clear destination, forcing you to seek your own way thorough its dark moors.

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 terrible taste in men.

Banjo Twang: a Redneck Wuthering Heights narrative in One Act

•tOle boy Lockwood shacks up at Thrushcross Grange on them Anglish moors, spooky skeery place
•tThe uppity landlord, grumpy old high dollar name of Heathcliff, him stays in the big house o’ Wuthering Heights
•tLockwood goes an asks ole girl Nelly Dean to learn him of the story of Wuthering Heights and all about ole boy Heathcliff
•tLockwood scribbles it all down, all what Nelly tells him
•tNelly had been a serving girl, working for the earlier boss, old man Earnshaw and his folks
•tEarnshaw drags home a little dark skinned homeless boy, that’ll be Heathcliff
•tEarnshaw’s littlun girl Cathy and that boy Heathcliff come of friends but that Hindley boy is right ornery to Heathcliff; but tell of Earnshaw, he likin’ Heathcliff better’n his own boy Hindley
•tHindley goes off’n to the school house
•tHindley comes back a time later, has ole boy Heathcliff work in them fields and Cathy takes up with Linton, boy lives down the way
•tHindley’s wife passes and he takes to the bottle and his youngun Hareton comes up hadn’t a maw
•tCathy gets hitched to ole boy Linton – Heathcliff sets out and comes back a spell after, havin made hisself some money
•tHeathcliff sets on getting back at ole boy Hindley and gets hisself Wuthering Heights
•tOle girl Cathy has a baby girl herself but passes after the birthin – Heathcliff goes on after her ghost and has her to stay and spook him
•tRich ole Heathcliff does some right crafty wrangling and gets both of them houses and treats poorly with littlun Catherine, that’ll be Cathy’s girl. That’s when he rents out Thrushcross Grange to ole boy Lockwood
•tThat’ll be when Lockwood hears of Nelly’s spin and Lockwood gets powerful mad at how Heathcliff has done all wrong and he sets off
•tLockwood comes around a time later and hears how ole Heathcliff has gone plumb crazy with Cathy’s ghost and has hisself passed on, that young’un Catherine and ole boy Hareton are set to get hitched and to get title to both them houses
•tThe end.