I don't know...I like the language in it. But I think it's one of those love it or hate it books. And if you miss it at the "Right" age, you may never get the love. I was...mid-teens somewhere.
'Origin'
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I was about sixteen, I think. Maybe I missed the boat. I was already an incurable cynic at that point. Jane Eyre is still one of my favourite books though.
I was already an incurable cynic at that point. Jane Eyre is still one of my favourite books though.
Hm...Jane/Rochester strikes me as far less cynical a love story than Cathy/Heathcliff, but it's been ages since I read either one. (I loved Jane Eyre as a kid, but when I reread it in high school, Jane annoyed me far too much for me to want her to end up happy.)
Hm...Jane/Rochester strikes me as far less cynical a love story than Cathy/Heathcliff, but it's been ages since I read either one.
Isn't a cynic just a romantic who's lived too long? And in some ways it is a far more traditionally romantic text, but I always felt it was far more honest, too.
I lean towards hate for the Brontes. Haven't read the books in years, but MAN do I remember wishing that someone would just shoot someone else. I don't normally wish that literature would turn into a Bruce Willis movie, but Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre were begging for car chases and wry, not-quite-funny quips.
Reader, I shot him. t /obQuote
Wuthering Heights is about extreme, passionate, demented people, placed in an eerie landscape that mirrors their emotional state. That's about as romantic as you can get without having a club foot.
"Romantic" doesn't just mean having or inspiring squishy feelings of love. They aren't naturalistic characters, they aren't classical characters; they're romantic characters.
...If your character wouldn't be out of place swooping a cloak, he might be a romantic character.
...If your character stares out the window at moors at night, while the wind howls, he might be a romantic character.
...If your character has some kind of deformity that causes him to dress up like a great big freak, he might be a romantic character. (Okay, I think that happens only in one text.)
It's like "you might be a redneck", only in scarlet and midnight black!!
Snerk, Nutty.
Also, I just realized that I will be working Sunday night, as will S, and we'll be missing most of the Oscars. Dammit.
I'll have Mr. Rochester and the batshit secret in the attic, pleasethankyou.
I'm about two-thirds done with The Eyre Affair, and love the fact that Rochester is becoming a big, if mysterious, character in this modern-if-AU story. Also loved that Wordsworth is portrayed as a typical poet, using his romantic airs to hit on women.