Helpful Score: 2
This is one of the most morally decrepit books I have ever had the misfortune to read. I really don't even know where to begin my review.
First of all, why was Mr. Lockwood even in the book? It would've made much more sense to just start the tale as a recollection from Mrs. Dean, made as she reviewed her life in her old age, than inserting Mr. Lockwood into the picture just to have him leave again.
This was the most vile cast of characters I've ever encountered in any novel. The supposed 'love' between Catherine 1.0 and Heathcliff makes no sense. You can say their souls are made of the same stuff all you want, but that means nothing without evidence to back it up. Everyone suffers because of their 'love' - Edgar, Isabella, Hareton, Catherine 2.0, and so on.
Heathcliff is a truly disturbing person and the amount of women who find him to be a swoon-worthy archetype of the impassioned lover is alarming, to say the least. The man is cruel, vicious, and depraved. How could anyone ever find anything to admire in a man who tortures and imprisons the daughter of the supposed love of his life, along with acting as a tyrannical despot and threatening his own son?
And, finally, I cannot emphasize enough how the premise of this book was so ridiculous, considering every problem in it could have been avoided if the characters had ever, just once in their miserable lives, stepped off the Grange or Heights land and met a person other than their own cousin whom they could marry. It was continually remarked that they were removed from the world, which was true, and a complete detriment to every character, since they all failed to realize that life is more than just pining away for a person living on the next estate.
First of all, why was Mr. Lockwood even in the book? It would've made much more sense to just start the tale as a recollection from Mrs. Dean, made as she reviewed her life in her old age, than inserting Mr. Lockwood into the picture just to have him leave again.
This was the most vile cast of characters I've ever encountered in any novel. The supposed 'love' between Catherine 1.0 and Heathcliff makes no sense. You can say their souls are made of the same stuff all you want, but that means nothing without evidence to back it up. Everyone suffers because of their 'love' - Edgar, Isabella, Hareton, Catherine 2.0, and so on.
Heathcliff is a truly disturbing person and the amount of women who find him to be a swoon-worthy archetype of the impassioned lover is alarming, to say the least. The man is cruel, vicious, and depraved. How could anyone ever find anything to admire in a man who tortures and imprisons the daughter of the supposed love of his life, along with acting as a tyrannical despot and threatening his own son?
And, finally, I cannot emphasize enough how the premise of this book was so ridiculous, considering every problem in it could have been avoided if the characters had ever, just once in their miserable lives, stepped off the Grange or Heights land and met a person other than their own cousin whom they could marry. It was continually remarked that they were removed from the world, which was true, and a complete detriment to every character, since they all failed to realize that life is more than just pining away for a person living on the next estate.
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