Hardcover, 508 pages
Spanish language
Published April 4, 2008 by RBA Coleccionables, S.L..
La épica historia de Catherine y Heathcliff, situada en los sombríos y desolados páramos de Yorkshire, constituye una asombrosa visión metafísica del destino, la obsesión, la pasión y la venganza. Publicada por primera vez en 1847, un año antes de morir su autora, esta obra rompía por completo con los cánones del ”decoro” que la Inglaterra victoriana exigía a toda novela -tanto en el tema escogido como en la descripción de los personajes- y con la conducción autor-lector impuesta por las obras serializadas. Diversas extrañas la calificaron de ”burda, desagradable y alarmante”, pero en ningún momento se dudó de la singularidad de su estructura narrativa y de la fuerza de su lenguaje. Son estos valores los que con posterioridad crearon escuela y convirtieron la novela de Emily Brönte en una de las obras maestras de la literatura universal.
You thought, there are Klingons and you understand "bortaS bIr jablu'DI' reH QaQqu' nay'" and then you read Wuthering Heights...
You thought, there are Klingons and you understand "bortaS bIr jablu'DI' reH QaQqu' nay'" and then you read Wuthering Heights...
How did I feel about this novel during my sixteenth summer? Too bad I didn't keep any sort of journal. I do remember liking it, and have vague memories of envisioning Heathcliff as some kind of suffering romantic.
This time, at more than three times that age, I still find it a compelling read, but not the one I'd expected. For one thing, I found Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw to be less than appealing, and felt very sorry for Edgar Linton, the man Catherine married. Their lives were fine after marriage, until Heathcliff returns to seek his revenge. He manages to ruin several lives and shorten the life of his beloved Catherine, in the bargain. His anger and hatred turn him into such a miserable, cruel villain that it is hard to retain any sympathy for him. Indeed, my sympathy was with everyone else.
However, after Heathcliff's unrequited love tragedy …
How did I feel about this novel during my sixteenth summer? Too bad I didn't keep any sort of journal. I do remember liking it, and have vague memories of envisioning Heathcliff as some kind of suffering romantic.
This time, at more than three times that age, I still find it a compelling read, but not the one I'd expected. For one thing, I found Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw to be less than appealing, and felt very sorry for Edgar Linton, the man Catherine married. Their lives were fine after marriage, until Heathcliff returns to seek his revenge. He manages to ruin several lives and shorten the life of his beloved Catherine, in the bargain. His anger and hatred turn him into such a miserable, cruel villain that it is hard to retain any sympathy for him. Indeed, my sympathy was with everyone else.
However, after Heathcliff's unrequited love tragedy has run its course, Emily Bronte does provide a happier echo for the ending with the next generation. The blossoming relationship between Catherine Linton and Hareton Earnshaw is actually quite romantic.
At times, it seemed that the Earnshaws and the Lintons were the only families on earth, because whatever happened that did not happen between them or at one of their estates seems very remote. There is a nearby town and church, but they are barely described.
It seems unfathomable to live such a dull, circumscribed life, but then, that was the life of the Bronte sisters. I'm grateful that they had such vivid imaginations! I enjoyed the way the story is told in flashback, by an unreliable narrator, servant Nelly Dean. It's a thought-provoking tale that I would recommend to most.
