“Heathcliff, it’s me, your Cathy// I’ve come home. I’m so cold!// Let me in-a-your window.”
Whilst this might come as a disappointment to some, no this isn’t a review of Kate Bush’s 1978 classic rendition of Wuthering Heights, but rather the novel that inspired it.
Astonishingly, Wuthering Heights is the only novel to have been written by Emily Brontë. It is set in and amongst the brooding Yorkshire moorlands, where upon a gentleman by the name of Lockwood pays a visit to his landlord, Heathcliff. He is greeted most ‘uncouthly’ but the weather forces him to stay the night, the following day Lockwood’s housekeeper is persuaded into recounting the family’s tumultuous history, and the torturous relationship between Heathcliff and his ‘Cathy’.
From the very first page you are drawn into the narrative – Emily’s writing style feels so easy and at home, it never once feels laboured. This brings itself perfectly to my next point, Nelly Dean. Never have I imagined a character so vividly, or has one felt so real. She is perfectly encaptured, so much so that you can almost hear her sat in the corner of your room as she divulges the most intimate details of the Earnshaws. But be warned, the story is passionate, heart-breaking, wild and utterly compelling.
I could say more but fearing that I might not do Wuthering Heights the justice that it deserves, I can only urge you read the book for yourself. I cannot overstate how incredible the whole piece is!
NB: The Bronte Parsonage in Haworth is incredibly interesting for any Brontë fans.