Yes, women's situations sucked in Colonial times but the whole point of the show is to live in Colonial times. There shouldn't be any changing the rules because you don't like the life.

They should have run off to join the Indians.

Wrod.

when people were rebelling against going to church so the mayor changed the law

Right. There were people in Colonial days who rebelled against compulsory church attendance, but it was from major league competing religious scruples. I suppose there were people who simply didn't believe, but the social pressures were such that they probably just attended and daydreamed through the entire service. Plus, religion was so much more in the minds of people. I wasn't much of a fan of the first governor of the colony, who was passing out the punishments on the colonists, but at least he was trying to follow the rules of the game as presented.

At the end of the program, some of the people who organized the entire project came in to evaluate the success of the colony. They gave them points for being potentially viable economically and for being supportive of each other, but they did point out that they weren't following the social rules.

The non-conformists got off lucky by being forced to sit in the fields. My Quaker ancestors of the time were publically whipped and sold into indentured servitude.

Go team Hecubus...I didn't remember that.

It's a throwaway image buried in the book. I don't know if I would've noticed it except one introduction pointed it out.

So, nobody else here wanted to be in love so hard it made them ill?(Maybe the Bayliss thing was the rule, not the exception.) Just me? Ok, then.

I'm trying to remember wanting to be in love before I was in love. I did have one image that seemed tantalizingly possible before it happened. I just wanted somebody to lay their head in my lap and I'd play with their hair. (Note: in its original conception this imagery was not particularly porny for location or hair-play.)

I understand. And I was fourteen then. I've evolved...somewhat.

There was a scene in "Colonial House" where some Native Americans came by to trade. They kept saying how conflicted they felt about the whole things. They were proud to show that their ancestors were civilized, advanced people, but reliving the days of the colonists coming in to displace them was very upsetting to them. One of the young men said, "All I keep thinking is, 'If we burn them out now, maybe we can stop this.' That's scary."

One of the "braves" stole a chicken from the colony. The woman in charge of the native group gave him a royal scolding. "Is that what you think we are? Thieves? Is that what you want people watching this to think of us? That we the kind of thieves that the stories always say?" "I thought it would be fun to put one over on them." "And if they figure out it was us who took that chicken?" "Ummm..." "Go get more firewood, dork." Though she didn't call him dork.

So, nobody else here wanted to be in love so hard it made them ill?

I used to think that Cathy and Heathcliff were the ideal of romantic love -- the drama, the passion, the lovers wandering the moors for all eternity. I always loved Cathy's statement to Edgar: "Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever -- your veins are full of ice-water -- but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chilliness makes them dance." I thought that romantic love should always be all about the boiling veins, etc., etc. Oh, the drama!

NSM anymore. Not that I think Edgar was a catch, or anything; I just think that Cathy was a nutjob.

Also? I've always loved the theory that Heathcliff is Cathy's half-brother. Because surely Heathcliff wasn't the only starving urchin on the streets of Liverpool -- why, out of all the starving urchins, would Mr. Earnshaw bring one specific one home? Why hadn't he ever brought an urchin home before Heathcliff, or after? So possibly Heathcliff was Mr. Earnshaw's illegitimate son, brought home to be raised.

Makes things a little more interesting, no? It's been so long since I read it that, truthfully, I can't remember if there's anything at all in the text to support or discredit that theory.

I think that could be, Tep. We talked about it for a while when I studied it. And I'm over it, irl, in re KathiNHeathcliffforevah. But it made a huge impression at the time.

You know I actually find myself taking a moderate position in this discussion rather than either of the extremes. I don't think the undermining ot the canon (to the extent that it happened) was a bad thing. There really was an idea that there was this list of great books that everybody should have read , and that everything else was trash (and most of the non-trash was in fact by dead white men.) And I think it is a damn good thing that that was undermined. And while I have serious doubts about the value of post-structuralist philosophy as philosophy, I do find on ocassion of value as method of anlysis. I do find a canon of value - but no as a crem-de-la-crem thing - rather as a means of maintaining a common cultural language. In other words I think it is good if a culture has a short list of works which every educated person should be familiar with, and a somewhat longerl list which every educated person should be familar with a substantial number. (And note that I said "works" not "books".) That gives us a common sent of stories and metaphors and analogies to work from - a common cultural language.

Does this mean that there is no difference in value between one work and another. Of course not, but I maintain that the canon does not actually establish quality. It is a common cultural language - not a best of the best thing. If a lot of the works in the canon are high quality this is a bonus. But there were always be some crap in any canon, and there will always be non-canonical stuff superior to some of the canonical stuff. Really the best you can hope for is that you end up with this common body of works to serve as part of your shared cultural language,and that half or more of it is not crap.

And at the same time you have to recoginize that there is a lot of snobbery in the field. I'm friends with professor of campartive literature at .. well let's keep her name out of this. She is a fairly well known post-structuralist, and used to comment to me on how much more phisophically rigorours post-structuralism than the more "primitive" schools of literary analysis that preceded it are. "Yeah, " I always used to reply sarcasitically, "because Robert Graves was such an intellectual lightweight". Not that the older schools did not have their own snobbrey problems - the idea that certain works have been identified as THE great works, and everything else is secondm rate or worse. And with a very male, white, upper class bias besides. I think it is very hard to do literary analysis without eliteism (elitisim not in the sense that some works are better than others - which I hope is not in dispute, but elitism in the sense that the literary analysist are the experts who have identifited what is good and bad and why. For a while now it has been an intellectual faux paux to claim to have all the answers. But there are still plenty of people out there who will claim to have all the questions.) It is not impossible - but I think a lot people in the field do not manage to avoid it - including people who are anything but snobbish or elitist in their personal lives. I

In other words, I think the snobbery and elitism are structurally built in tendencies in literary criticism. I don't this invalidates the value of the field; it just is something that anyone who engages in it needs to be aware of and struggle against - and not assume they have any immunity to.

[on edit - ok discussion moved on by the time i hit post - obviously about literary theory not wuthering heights]

Oh, wait! (I'm amused at the things I underlined when I read it more than half my life ago.) *This* passage is why I thought the Cathy -n- Heathcliff relationship was What Every Girl Wants:

"It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff, now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."

Huh. That actually still sounds kind of good. But in the larger context of the novel, a little too obsessive-freaky.