![]() Heathcliff, the narrator, will be great friends because they are both first-class assholes. Lockwood identifies himself as a misanthrope and assumes that he and Mr. It begins not with Catherine and Hindley Earnshaw and their foster brother Heathcliff, whose arrival marks the chronological beginning of the novel, but with a narrative frame in which a man named Lockwood arrives at Wuthering Heights, having already arranged to rent a nearby property called Thrushcross Grange. Like Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights begins in a way that is startlingly modern. What strikes readers as a bleak, stripped-down, socially stifled existence was the only way of life Emily Brontë knew. She lived longer than at least three of her siblings, but she rarely left her family’s property, whereas Charlotte spent some time teaching abroad and had at least a vague sense that there was a world beyond the moors. I don’t know as much about the Brontës as I probably should, but I believe I remember that Emily was the most reclusive of the bunch. To me, though, good-but-absurd is my home territory. “It is good,” I said, “but it’s also unintentionally funny.” My teenaged friend seemed to think good-but-worthy-of-mockery was a strange combination. When I was almost finished rereading Wuthering Heights, a fifteen year-old I know asked me if it was good.
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