Really the story is one of revenge. It follows the life of Heathcliff, a
mysterious gypsy-like person, from childhood (about seven years old) to his
death in his late thirties. Heathcliff rises in his adopted family and then is
reduced to the status of a servant, running away when the young woman he loves
decides to marry another. He returns later, rich and educated, and sets about
gaining his revenge on the two families that he believed ruined his life.
Wuthering Heights is
a strange, inartistic story. There are evidences in every chapter of a sort of
rugged power,an unconscious strength which the possessor seems never to think
of turning to the best advantage. The general effect is inexpressibly painful.
We know nothing in the whole range of our fictitious literature which presents
such shocking pictures of the worst forms of humanity. An attempt to give novelty and
interest to fiction, by resorting to those singular 'characters' that used to
exist everywhere, but especially in retired and remote places. The success is
not equal to the abilities of the writer; chiefly because the incidents are too
coarse and disagreeable to be attractive, the very best being improbable, with
a moral taint about them, and the villainy not leading to results sufficient to
justify the elaborate pains taken in depicting it. The execution, however, is
good: grant the writer all that is requisite as regards matter, and the
delineation is forcible and truthful.
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