I finally managed to trawl through Wuthering Heights.
After delving for several weeks into the world of post-apocalyptic America, I felt that I wanted something classic, something with depth to refresh my mind and recoup my love of holistic literature from a by-gone age. While Wuthering Heights ticked all these boxes, it also destroyed my happiness for the duration of the book.
The classic “love” story of Catherine and Heathcliff is a deeply disturbing one. If it took place today, it would probably portray Catherine as an adulteress who self-destructs her marriage to a man she once loved, while Heathcliff is nothing but a dangerous home wrecker bent on seeking revenge by destroying as many lives as he can, including those of innocent children.
The one question I had to keep asking myself throughout the duration of this book was, why is this a set work in most English speaking countries? True, Bronte has crafted it to perfection, and one must wonder what was it in the Moorish hills of their childhood that made all the Bronte sisters into literary geniuses? But that’s about as far as my admiration extends. In fact, a woman’s magazine in 1848 described the experience of reading this book in the following way: “How a human being could have attempted such a book as the present without committing suicide before he had finished a dozen chapters is a mystery.”
It was a difficult read, and yes, it has left me somewhat traumatised. Next time I pick up a classic it will definitely be a fluffy Jane Austen.
I paired this wine with the delectable and rich Waterford Kevin Arnold, a rich, smooth Shiraz which is everything I was hoping this classic tale of love and loss would be. At least it had a happy ending.