It's Emily Bronte's two hundredth birthday today. She wrote just one novel,Wuthering Heights, and died of T.B. aged thirty.
Love the Brontes, but WH is my favorite.
Okay. I will continue stoping birthdays with deathday.
Shows that you don't need a ladder to reach the heights…
My fav book for many years. I was young and thought the passion was so romantic despite being so destructive. It's more than a gothic, it is one of the greatest love stories albeit obsessional love. And I loved the writing.
“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.”
Fantastic! and ... "I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth." The greatest concluding lines of a novel, EVER!
Isn't Heathcliff the ultimate romantic hero.
"In other words, when we’re wildly impressionable and at an age when our crush on that kid in the year above feels like the greatest love story ever. Heathcliff’s desire is beyond obsessive, and for self-dramatising, ego-hungry teenage girls, that’s potent stuff. "
er yeah! lol at least that was it for me. Now I'm a withered up old cynic who scoffs at romantic love.
I tried to read it 50 years ago. She takes 3 pages to describe a woman walking down the stairs, no thanks.
I see somewhat of the same thing in JJ Abrams. We really don't need the detail of every piece of clothing, the width of halls, the number of steps...
Do you like it? If so, what do you like about it? The story, the language, something else? I did not care for it.
The writing moves with you. All great writing doesn't die when you close the book. The next time you open it the words will be the same but the stories that they tell between the lines will speak to you in different tones. They can move and haunt, elate and question. Great literature grows with you and asks you questions you didn't know existed!
YES! that amazes me too