Last night, I completed Wuthering Heights, the first novel on my journey through the classics. On the whole, I enjoyed the dark but intriguing journey through the lives of Heathcliff, Catherine, Hindley, Edgar, Linton, Hareton, Isabella, Nelly, and brethren. The highlights from the novel stem from its equal blend of realism and romanticism, with a hint of super naturalism. Bronte does something interesting things with voice, and dialects, as well. Her wide and varied use of literary and biblical allusions throughout the novel proves that the successful writer will most often proves the prolific reader.
The destruction that prevails throughout the novel can prove depressing. Heathcliff aims to destroy and dominate everything around him. He is driven by revenge, bitterness, and ultimately the loss of love. Edgar is able to thrive off the love of young Cathy to reclaim a , an new incarnation of the joy the elder Catherine once gave him. Heathcliff, however, never learned to love his child and only related the most vainest affect to the son of his sworn enemy. Therefore, it is the burgeoning love between Hareton and Isabella, that eventually results in his downfall. Is his love for Catherine finally requited in the afterlife? Or do their souls simply rest in peace, a turn from the turbulence they shared in life.
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