Tuesday, 11 March 2014

I forgot there were ghosts.

Chapters 3-5 

The wonderful narrator, having stopped snooping through Catherine's things has been plagued by nightmares at the beginning of chapter 3. Nightmares which obviously mean more than meets the eye. Right now I'm not quite sure about all the numbers, I assume the sevens are deadly sins but who knows.

Then, hello Cathy and hello Kate Bush song which won't stop playing on repeat in my head. Now, Emily, was there any need for a waif Catherine to appear at the window and start attacking the narrator: a bit extreme, no? Of course Catherine's appearance and Heathcliff's plea that she would come back into the house confirms that they had a shared and dramatic past. The narrator did of course put his foot in it AGAIN by demanding why Catherine was trying to get into the house and calling her a witch, good going Lockwood.

In the following chapter I finally get my wish and we switch narrator. I knew the novel was organised like this and I do think it's an interesting way to tell a story; never really allowing the protagonists to speak for themselves.

So the new narrator is Lockwood's housekeeper, who wonderfully can relate the entire history of the families at Wuthering Heights whilst doing some sewing - multi-tasking.

From her I learn Heathcliff's origins; he was plucked out of poverty by Mr Earnshaw, who for an inexplicable reason decided to rescue him from a life of destitution. Our new narrrator explicitly explains that she didn't like him one bit untill he almost died of the measles: nothing like dangerous childhood illnesses to bring people together. She also relates that Hindley, the elder Earnshaw hated Heathcliff, who to be fair did kind of steal a horse off him. I think its strange that the jealousy over Mr Earnshaw's attention is limited to the two boys, Catherine is too "mischievous" to have been a favourite. That hardly seems fair considering her brother uses Heathcliff as a human punching bag. But then again did a girl ever have much of a chance of being the favourite?

I have also been introduced to the plethora of characters with the same first names. I think this might be a little like reading Wolf Hall and spending the entire time flicking backwards to the family tree to work out which Anne or Jane had died this time. 

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