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challenging
dark
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
A stream of stories told recursively by the characters themselves and also filtered by the perspective of all the tellers in each layer of recursion. Normally, I'd criticize this from the beginning, because I don't think there is anything to gain from getting first-person narratives from the characters, specially if there are more than one narrators. But Emily Bronte makes the experience so smooth that you hardly feel the change of narrators. It's like going over a speedbreaker on a bike with nice suspensions.
Some readers have complained about same name being used for several characters. But the scenes are so perfectly constructed that I have not once been confused who are being talked about. And more than one characters being named the same name is both an artifact of Victorian times and a literary technique to show the characters being the mirror image of each other. Heathcliffe doesn't have a namesake, but we're repeatedly told that Catherine I and he are the same soul trapped in separate bodies. So when in one of the last scenes Catherine II and Hareton admires each other in the guise of admiring the moon, we feel happy for them and pity for Cathy I and Heathcliffe.
Literary techniques aside, the prose in this novel borders on poetic. So much so that at first I called bullshit because the narrator is not Emily Bronte herself but a mere housemaid. That is until that housemaid, the incredible Mrs Dean, came out as an ardent reader. I hate the obnoxious punctuation marks, which must be an artifact from their time, but the prose otherwise is marvelous.
Some readers have complained about same name being used for several characters. But the scenes are so perfectly constructed that I have not once been confused who are being talked about. And more than one characters being named the same name is both an artifact of Victorian times and a literary technique to show the characters being the mirror image of each other. Heathcliffe doesn't have a namesake, but we're repeatedly told that Catherine I and he are the same soul trapped in separate bodies. So when in one of the last scenes Catherine II and Hareton admires each other in the guise of admiring the moon, we feel happy for them and pity for Cathy I and Heathcliffe.
Literary techniques aside, the prose in this novel borders on poetic. So much so that at first I called bullshit because the narrator is not Emily Bronte herself but a mere housemaid. That is until that housemaid, the incredible Mrs Dean, came out as an ardent reader. I hate the obnoxious punctuation marks, which must be an artifact from their time, but the prose otherwise is marvelous.
dark
slow-paced
dark
emotional
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
I thought the only other time I read this book was for English class senior year, but apparently I also read it in 2012. Either way, I’m so glad I reread it because I was so into it. It was dark and moody and there were almost no likeable characters, but it was so fascinating.
dark
emotional
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Wuthering Heights is a novel that makes one feel as though they are returning to some form of teenage hood with a long lost everlasting love. Whilst this is a mature gothic novel, the embers of passion that stir from youth reignite upon reading this novel.