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While I gather inspiration to write about 'handsome boys and heartbreak' as promised in my previous post on Beauty, I would like to write about a fictional love story from a book that I just read and loved.
When it comes to books, I usually have an obsession a year, and then spend the rest of the time reading similar ones, from the same author or in the same genre, seeking to repeat the original overwhelming sensation of truth. Last year it was Anna Karenina, a book for which I will have to write a blog post one day!
This year, the story of my obsession is Wuthering Heights. I had been reading these English women authors such as Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte (marmite and baked beans are so detestable that a girl has to find other ways to show affection for her adoptive country), and although I realise their merits - Jane Austen is funny, and Charlotte Bronte's writing is sexy and strong - I find their books dated. Owing to the strict morality of their heroines - who are never evil, never jealous, never tempted - it is difficult to identify with them. Finally, in Emily Bronte, another of the Bronte sisters, I found my favourite English female writer. Her Wuthering Heighs is unrealistic and insane, with a plot worthy of a Latin American soap opera, and yet much truer to human emotions and nature than any of the others.
It recounts the sufferings caused by the immutable love between Cathy and Heathcliff in two generations of a family. Cathy starts as a spoiled beautiful child when a mysterious young boy, Heathcliff, is one day rescued from the streets of Liverpool and adopted by her father. They become inseparable and wild, energised by the nature around them. From favourite son, Heathcliff is suddenly turned into a servant by the older brother who inherits the estate when the family's father dies. This leads, eventually, to Cathy marrying someone else, and to Heathcliff becoming a diabolic and misanthrope man caring only for revenge. Despite the resentment and the separation their love resists and is perpetuated, even, after death.
Once I finished this supernatural Gothic novel of the 19th century, I turned to Netflix and found two films, Wuthering Heights (2011) and Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights (1992), both weak cinematographic attempts to recreate the book's darkness. A better homage is payed by Kate Bush in her Wuthering Heights music video, which I found on Youtube.
I wasn't aware that this familiar sounding song was called Wuthering Heights, most likely because I don't know anything at all about Kate Bush and her music. I appreciate the ghostly and cold look of the video, and love her late 1970's dress.
A new red silk dress, which reminds me of this one, arrived recently at Phaedra, and it will be soon available to purchase on the shop. It is more 1980's in style but it still has the floaty and passionate nature of Cathy. A dress ideal for a Valentine's day date, if you are ready to haunt or be haunted by your beloved after one of you dies.