Heathcliff is a stupid stupidhead, and other blasphemous literary opinions
Wait, no - for tonight, that's pretty much the only one: Heathcliff is just a stupid, stupid, stupidhead.
I have tried to like Wuthering Heights again and again. The first time I read it, I was probably officially too young to understand it. But every few years I seem to give it another chance - maybe because it was written by a Bronte and an Emily, to boot. I feel that I *must* like it.
Tonight I was up drying dishes when a new adaptation started up on PBS. (I see now on my flist that this was going to happen, but at the time I had heard nothing). I thought, 'This time I will watch the movie, and it will *make* me like the book!'
Only Heathcliff still makes me want to beat him over the head with a shoe. At least Guppy from Bleak House is in it, though in a brutish role that inspires little delight. And at least Cathy Earnshaw has a very interesting wardrobe: chartreuse and red and deep, dark green. How often do you see those kinds of colors on a period heroine? At the same time?
I have tried to like Wuthering Heights again and again. The first time I read it, I was probably officially too young to understand it. But every few years I seem to give it another chance - maybe because it was written by a Bronte and an Emily, to boot. I feel that I *must* like it.
Tonight I was up drying dishes when a new adaptation started up on PBS. (I see now on my flist that this was going to happen, but at the time I had heard nothing). I thought, 'This time I will watch the movie, and it will *make* me like the book!'
Only Heathcliff still makes me want to beat him over the head with a shoe. At least Guppy from Bleak House is in it, though in a brutish role that inspires little delight. And at least Cathy Earnshaw has a very interesting wardrobe: chartreuse and red and deep, dark green. How often do you see those kinds of colors on a period heroine? At the same time?