While I’ve seen the recent Wuthering Heights and the 1939 version, I’ve never read the book. For my birthday, TYG bought me a copy.
It didn’t work for me. That may be because it’s the kind of book that requires quite and leisure, and suffered from me cramming it in between pets and talking to tech support about our internet outage. Or it may simply be that I bounced off it because by modern standards it’s an odd novel; a strange plot, unpleasant characters and like Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, often recounted at second hand rather than shown to us directly.
For those who don’t know, a new arrival on the Yorkshire moors meets his brooding landlord, Heathcliffe. From a servant he learns how Heathcliff’s home of Wuthering Heights once belonged to the Earnshaw family, then came his tragic, obsessive, ultimately doomed romance with Catherine Earnshaw, followed by Heathcliff’s disappearance, to return later as a rich man. Cathy marries one of their neighbors; Heathcliff seduces and marries the man’s younger sister. Everyone’s a mess, obsessive, possessive — it may be the lack of anyone to root for was a factor in not liking it — and this continues into the next generation.
I can see, sort of, why the book appeals. There’s tragedy, obsession, passion, some clever writing (Heathcliffe’s death is unexpectedly anticlimactic), warped characters and the isolated world of the Yorkshire moors in that era, where your “neighbor” might be six miles off. I may try it again some time.
Tim Powers’ The Stress of Her Regard did an amazing job weaving the history of the pre-Raphaelites in with the supernatural; the sequel, Hide Me Among the Graves, was weaker but still good. In MY BROTHER’S KEEPER he attempts something similar with the Bronte family. Like Powers’ Medusa’s Web all it did was remind me of superior books of his.
When Branwell, Emily and Anne are tweens, Branwell leads the unwitting girls to make a pact with dark powers. As adults this entangles the family with the supernatural (though their father later reveals they’ve always been entangled). There’s a brooding, one-eyed, could-he-be-proto-Heathcliff werewolf. The disembodied spirit of a dead lycanthropic god. A cult that wants to awaken the deity. Angry ghosts whose ability to suck out your breath resembles consumption. And a sinister spirit that wants Branwell’s body.
I don’t mind that Powers uses the same hybrid of magic and science as multiple other books; many of them take place in the same universe, after all. I think the big problem is that the cult is too vague a threat — what will they do once they seize power? How powerful are they? — which undercuts any sense of danger. There’s a stage magician who hopes to use their knowledge to enhance his performances; that’s a great idea but he’s not developed or used enough (which hurts the big finish as he plays a large role). Overall, glad I used the library for this one.
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