Withering Blights

Like a lot of folks, I first read Wuthering Heights when I was in a high school English class. I was less than impressed. I found the writing style laborious, the use of dialect almost impenetrable, and the characters appalling. Now I realize that’s why they make chocolate and vanilla — de gustibus and all that — but I have to admit I’ve always wondered what sort of abduction/violation fantasies were harbored by the Heathcliff fangirls around me.

Studiously Uncool presents my dissatisfaction quite nicely.

H/T: Fourth Checkraise.

About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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3 Responses to Withering Blights

  1. Robbo says:

    I’m always amused by people who speak of Austen and Bronte in the same breath, as this indicates to me that such people don’t really understand either one of them.

  2. Kate P says:

    I read it one summer, maybe in high school or college, just to see what people were talking about. Not romantic to me at all. (Same thing with Jane Eyre.)

  3. newworldinmyview says:

    And here I thought there was something deficient in me for wanting to do my best Cher by smacking Heathcliff and Catherine and exclaiming with heavy Brooklyn brogue, “Snap out of it!”

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