Emily Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights”

Emily Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights”is everything and then some. It is brilliant, mesmerizing, brutal, bestial, tinged with the supernatural and mystical, and above all else it is a masterpiece. It has so many layers to it, that it requires many readings. The writing is sublime and at times I had to put the book down and marvel at its greatness.

Heathcliff is a character like very few I have ever encountered, and Catherine (his childhood playmate and the love of his life) is in many ways his equal. They are devious, insulated lovers, and one cannot exist without the other, even after death has separated them.

This book has been analyzed in classrooms across the world. PHD students have written their thesis’ on it, Hollywood turned it into a romantic myth, and the love between Heathcliff and Catherine has become part of cultural lore.

Yet, I doubt there will ever be any true consensus or interpretation of this magnificent piece of work because, like the works of Shakespeare, Byron, Joyce, and Conrad the characters live on far after one has finished reading about them. They live on in our minds and souls and we continue to struggle with their actions and behavior and beneath their gravestones we imagine their own personal struggles and demons have yet to be put to rest.

Any true fan of literature, would be remiss not to read this book.

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