Review: Wuthering Heights

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I said in “Books and Authors I Love #1” that I would share something which had a massive impact on me when I first encountered it. And, to be absolutely honest, it still does. There’s something about the power of Heacliffe’s words here, and throughout Wuthering Heights, that leaves my blood hot and my bones cold every time. But, to be honest, I could have picked any number of quotations from this novel – I am in love with with book, and it’s wonderfully erotic, passionate leading man!

Wuthering Heights is a story of lust and desire, of obsession, all bound tightly inside a love that, at its best is the purest love one could hope to find anywhere, and at its worst utterly destructive. But it binds Cathy and Heathcliffe so tightly that it is capable of transcending their real world, their developing social differences and their relationships with others, haunting them when they are apart, and only coming to rest when their own intrinsic desires are met beyond this life, and the world no longer gets in the way.

For a book that was never classed as erotica, it has a huge erotic pull for me. Maybe it’s the Gothic nature of the story, or the demon-esque qualities of Heathcliffe himself, or even the power dynamics that unfold here, but most of all, I think it’s the power of the feelings and desires that are so strong as to transcend, not just time and space in the narrative, but of that in the writer-reader relationship. Lust, desire, obsession, and love – they were felt as much in the 1990s by me, when I first read the book, as they were by the Victorians in the time Emily Bronte penned her work. And they’re no different now.

This is my favourite “love/lust/passion” read of all time. Something very, very different next time, though…

Take a look at Wuthering Heights (Penguin Classics) on Amazon.

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    1. Wuthering Heights is an extremely powerful story, and one I would recommend to anyone. Some struggle to get beyond the Victorian verbosity, but I don’t think the Brontë are the worse culprits there, by any means.

      As far as quotes go, it’s not my intention to shock but to share some of the words and books I love, purely because I enjoy doing so. If it means that, somewhere along the line, someone discovers a book or an author they like, then I’ll be very happy with that. Authors should support one another, support their endeavours, and support literature that impacts on them, so that readers know about it. It’s just possible it could change -or even save – someone’s life.

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      1. Isn’t Heathcliffe more of a flame to Cathy’s helpless moth? Consuming her even as his flame is also consumed?

        It’s been a while since my last visit here, but I do love you r work so much. It’s pure eroticism drives me to distraction. staying away is like trying to cold turkey heroin.

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      2. Thank you for your very nice comments about my work. They’re much appreciated. It’s a shame you’ve not visited for a while – you’ve missed quite a lot, and you won’t know about my monthly newsletter stories, which are exclusive to my email list, and will be given away as a full book to all my subscribers after the last one at the end of the year. The January story (about a sexy little encounter in a library) has gone down very well with my readers! If you (or any other reader) wish to be on the list, here is the link: http://eepurl.com/cjfL_r.

        As far as Cathy and Heathcliffe go (SPOILER ALERT), I believe you have their relationship back to front. Always it it Heathcliffe who is drawn to Cathy; always her flame consumes him to the point of madness. She may die (and I think, quite honestly, there are times when she finds this a preferable option to trying to reconcile her feelings), but she haunts Heathcliffe until the day he dies, grieving, mad and without the love of his life.

        Yet her flame is inextinguishable, even then. There is never a day he doesn’t think of her. Her memory tortures him, and much of his own unhappiness where Cathy is concerned he brought on through his own cruel and vindictive behaviour, which he always seems to regret but can never bring himself to really fully admit. Heathcliffe is incapable of admitting his faults, or of saying that one word – “sorry”. I have always loved Heathcliffe, but have never been blind to the traits in his character that can be intolerable.

        Their souls cannot be at peace until they are both destroyed. For me, it is the saddest love story ever told. Sadder than Dr Zhivago.

        I hope this goes some way to answering your “moth and flame” question.

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      3. I always felt Dr Zhivago was more poignant than sad; after all, Yuri and Lara were able to have a long and tender time with each other, before being forced apart.

        I’m intrigued by your library story as I have fond memories of an erotic library encounter of my own when I was in my wild and crazy youth. Where could I find a copy?

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      4. In which case, my comment stands: Wuthering Heights IS sadder than Dr Zhivago. We clearly have different views of the latter story.

        I’m afraid the library story is exclusive to my email list. Only newsletter subscribers have access to it, currently, although all subscribers will get the twelve monthly stories in an ebook free, as a thank you, prior to it going on general release. As you’ve only just missed it, should you join my newsletter subscribers, I’d be happy to send you a back copy of the January newsletter and story.

        Here’s the link: http://eepurl.com/cjfL_r

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