Mass Market Paperback, 469 pages
French language
Published March 22, 1991 by Gallimard.
«Emily Brontë possède donc le plus singulier des pouvoirs : celui de sa dépendance à l'égard des faits. Avec quelques touches, elle sait évoquer l'âme d'un visage et rendre le corps superflu ; en parlant de la lande, elle fait souffler le vent et gronder le tonnerre.» Virginia Woolf. «Quand, parmi tous les arbres, je cherche celui dont la forme s'harmonise le mieux avec le cadre du roman tragique d'Emily Brontë, c'est l'image d'un vieux robinier tordu par le vent qui souffle toujours dans la même direction ; l'écorce est noire, le tronc est creux et, dans ce creux, la pluie a formé une petite flaque où baignent quelques feuilles mortes.» John Cowper Powys. Source: www.gallimardmontreal.com/catalogue/livre/hurlevent-bronte-emily-9782070383054
«Emily Brontë possède donc le plus singulier des pouvoirs : celui de sa dépendance à l'égard des faits. Avec quelques touches, elle sait évoquer l'âme d'un visage et rendre le corps superflu ; en parlant de la lande, elle fait souffler le vent et gronder le tonnerre.» Virginia Woolf. «Quand, parmi tous les arbres, je cherche celui dont la forme s'harmonise le mieux avec le cadre du roman tragique d'Emily Brontë, c'est l'image d'un vieux robinier tordu par le vent qui souffle toujours dans la même direction ; l'écorce est noire, le tronc est creux et, dans ce creux, la pluie a formé une petite flaque où baignent quelques feuilles mortes.» John Cowper Powys. Source: www.gallimardmontreal.com/catalogue/livre/hurlevent-bronte-emily-9782070383054
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.
