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Though, as the novel progressed, it was clear that the real ghost of the story resides in the minds of its protagonists. With Catherine's obsession and Heathcliff's frustration, the story does become slightly dark and I found it a bit depressing. But, still Heathcliff managed to garner my sympathies, particularly during his childhood, as an orphan, who knows he is a burden on the family, but has to find his place in it. In my view, his haughtiness is a product of years of inferiority complex drilled into his mind by the neglect of Mrs. Earnshaw and her son. However, his soft side was all too evident when he broke down at Catherine's grave. Probably, unrequited love makes people strange, and for Heathcliff, his life was nothing but a steady stream of broken relationships.
Heathcliff, being the illegitimate son of Mr Earnshaw, does seem an interesting possibility for Mrs. Earnshaw's cold attitude towards a small, innocent boy. Though, I believe, that Mrs. Earnshaw hated him, as she viewed him as a possible future rival for her son.
heatherprzybyla wrote:I love Wuthering Heights. I read it in high school, but am wanting to read it again now that I'm out and in a completely different point of my life.
Having too read Wuthering Heights in high school, I hesitate to pick up the book again. I remember it to be too angsty affair for me to really appreciate now in adulthood. I think that was my major qualm with the Bronte sisters generally. They focused so acutely on romance but rather than contextualize it and make light fun of it like Austen, they brought a discourse of tragedy -- downright histrionic -- into the mix.
anu_ wrote:when I found that Emily Bronte had written under a pseudonym to protect her identity and save herself to be branded as an unwomanly writer, I was put off. I did not want to read an author, who could not owe upto her own work.
Surely the blame for that lies with the society she lived in rather than with her?