Themes of Love and Obsession in Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights
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Themes of Love and Obsession in Wuthering Heights
"My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff" (81)" These words, uttered by Catherine, in the novel Wuthering Heights are for me the starting point in my investigation into the themes of love and obsession in the novel. Catherine has just told her housekeeper that she has made up her mind to marry Edgar Linton, although she is well aware that her love for him is bound to change as time passes. That she is obsessed by her love for Heathcliff she confirms in the above quotation and by saying that she will never, ever be separated from him. Why does she not marry him then? Well, she has…show more content…
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As a consequence of Heathcliff's visit to the Grange, Edgar's sister Isabella falls in love with him, and her feelings seem to be sincere. In this one-sided love affair Heathcliff takes advantage of the innocent girl's infatuation to foster his obsession for revenge. (Isabella is her brother's heir). Catherine's reaction is very hard to interpret. It is natural that she is jealous, if she still feels the same for him as before, and that may be the reason why she dissuades Isabella from marrying Heathcliff. But the words she uses, telling her what an abominable creature Heathcliff is, are not the sort you expect to hear from someone talking of a sweetheart. Later on when her husband and Heathcliff are having a quarrel, she stops Edgar from hurting her friend . There is an excess of emotion, and her explanation to this behaviour is that she wants them both, Edgar and Heathcliff: "Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend - if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own" (109).Her love for Heathcliff has not cooled down, instead it seems to be a stronger obsession than ever considering the torments she goes through, when she becomes seriously ill.The last time Catherine and Heathcliff see each other is a very heart-rending meeting. Their love for each other is as strong as ever, and Heathcliff
I should probably begin this post with a disclaimer. I’ve never been a fan of ‘Wuthering Heights.’ I first read it as a teenager, looking for another fiction hero to fall in love with and I was, simply, disgusted. As far as I could see, Heathcliff was an abusive puppy-murdering sadist.* I was angry at the novel and I was really really angry that it was being sold to young girls as a model for ideal relationships. I re-read it a bit later, in a slightly more accepting mind frame (this time I knew what to expect) and was willing to concede that it had some powerful gothic scene setting, but I’ve always been highly ambivalent about this most famous Brontë novel.
Before I get attacked for my lack of romance and literary appreciation, I’m going to devote this post to explaining why I have changed my mind. I still hate Heathcliff, but I’ve just finished an extremely enjoyable re-read during which I fell in love, not only with Hareton (my new literary crush) but also with the novel as a whole, which I can finally appreciate as possibly the best-structured of any Victorian novel I’ve encountered.
Firstly, there’s the timing. The book takes place over an extremely precise time period, which frames and gives enduring meaning to the story:
Part 1: It’s November and Mr Lockwood, a young man rather in love with the idea of living in splendid moody isolation away from the world goes to visit his new landlord, Heathcliff, at Wuthering Heights. He meets all the remnants of the Earnshaw/Linton/Heathcliff family (see family tree below) and has an introduction into their frightening past and gloomy present. The snow is thick on the ground as he leaves Wuthering Heights; it’s the start of a long winter.
Part 2: From November to January, Mr Lockwood is ill from his night at Wuthering Heights. Nelly Dean tells him the story of the inhabitants, from Heathcliff’s introduction to the Earnshaw family right up till the current winter.
Part 3: It’s January, the worst of winter is over and Lockwood has recovered. He goes back to visit Wuthering Heights, partly to explain to Heathcliff that he will be moving to London, probably until his lease is up.
Part 4: It’s late summer (September). Lockwood revisits the neighbourhood and Nelly Dean brings him up to date with what has happened to the inhabitants of Wuthering Heights.
As you can see, the book has two timelines, one of which follows the natural year, from the chill death of winter through spring and up till a late and abundant harvest. Simultaneously, we have a story that goes back in time and that always works towards a clear end-point bringing Lockwood and the reader up to date, given they’ve already seen a snapshot of the results of these actions.
The beautiful simplicity of the structure outlined above would be enough for the novel stand out as exceptional, but there’s more. On re-reading I was finally able to see how every significant relationship in the book is an exploration of love, especially obsessive, romantic love. Using the family tree, I’m going to be making the case for the novel providing a pretty comprehensive picture of varieties of love and saying how the conclusions are possibly more moral and less tempestuous than you might expect.
Motherly love: the oldest generations of mothers in the family are pretty insignificant. Two of the next generations of mothers die in childbirth; the third survives, but she leaves the pages of the story at this point so we never actually see her relationship with her son. The most maternal figure in the novel is Nelly Dean, and she’s hardly a beacon of maternal affection. Though she raises and claims to adore Hareton, she later disowns him for his uncouth behaviour after they are separated. Similarly, she loves young Cathy, but not unconditionally, certainly not uncritically.
Fatherly love: Fathers in this book are either abusive and/or neglectful or are doting and disappointed. They tend to die at moments that cause maximum trauma to their guilty offspring.
Obsessive love: there’s just so much of it in the novel, I’m going to have to use more subheadings:
Hindley Earnshaw loves Frances with a destructive passion. No one else thinks much of her and the general consensus appears to be that she isn’t worth it, but we’re told: He had room in his heart only for two idols – his wife and himself: he doted on both, and adored one.‘ Frances’s death leads directly to a gambling and alcohol addition which will destroy Hindley’s life and fortune. The general moral appears to be that selfish obsessive love is a bad thing and that weak characters especially should really try to avoid it.
Edgar Linton loves Catherine blindly and passionately. I know that neither Nelly nor Catherine nor Heathcliff really give him much credit for his unrequited passion, but it’s very hard to interpret his actions in any other way. Certainly he loves her above anything else, including God – his final wish is to be buried next to her, out on the moors, rather than in the consecrated churchyard.
Isabella Linton, poor Isabella Linton loves Heathcliff. She elopes with him and puts herself completely in his power, all for love. It gets confusing because of the different voices telling her story, but we do know that her husband takes joy in tormenting her and one time she tells Nelly that she hates him for this treatment his response is truly chilling. ‘If you are called upon in a court of law, you’ll remember her language, Nelly! And take a good look at her countenance; she’s near the point which would suit me. No; you’re not fit to be your own guardian, Isabella, now; and I, being your legal protector must retain you in my custody.’ Think of Bertha Mason in ‘Jane Eyre’ and of Helen Graham in ‘The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.’ Isabella is tragic, powerless and abused wife; her infatuation has done her only harm. Sadly, ‘Wuthering Heights’ as a novel has little sympathy for her, it really doesn’t have any time for unrequited love (see Edgar Linton above).
Catherine and Heathcliff – we all know this one. They love each other, they are each other, they make each other (and everyone around them) desperately unhappy. I will note however that their love is not only mutually destructive it is also of comparatively short duration. Going by one time frame of the novel, it’s over within a year and leaves no legacy as Heathcliff has no living child and Catherine’s daughter subverts her mother’s destiny.
And then, my favourite bit. I have decided on this reading that ‘Wuthering Heights’ is actually a well disguised didactic Victorian novel with a clear moral message – as shown by the fates and characters of the youngest generation.
Linton Heathcliff – Young Cathy’s husband loves only himself and his pitiful, degraded attempts at affection suffer greatly from comparison with the powerful passions that surround him. He’s a typically degenerate Victorian literary creation in which the worst of inheritance and environment combine in a truly unsympathetic character. It comes as no surprise to learn that purely selfish love will never survive the tempestuous claustrophobia of Wuthering Heights. Readers take note, humans need to love each other if they are to avoid Linton’s terrible fate.
Cathy Linton – Young Cathy is not selfish and it seems that the biggest mistake of her life comes from her kind-hearted regard for others rather than herself. Cathy actually takes a very conventional route for the adventurous yet obedient heroine of any traditional gothic romance. Unlike them however, she learns from her actions, and develops through her misfortunes. I must confess I grew to love Cathy on this reading, and I was much assisted in this by paying attention to the timings of the novel (rather than what Nelly says). Cathy appears to spend very nearly one year in numb grief after her father’s death, and her emergence from mourning is handled beautifully. One more thing – Cathy is one of the only characters in the book to genuinely go against her own wishes in order to avoid causing pain to a loved one. Her mother and Heathcliff may boast a lot of passion, but it is young Cathy who really gives us a view of unselfish love in the book.
Hareton – I’ve already confessed to my crush on Hareton, so I may not be completely objective here. Hareton is my kind of Byronic hero, an uncouth diamond in the rough who is rebellious and proud but also capable of profound loyalty and many hidden kindnesses. Hareton is a clear parallel to Heathcliff, effectively abandoned by his father and continually put down by all around him. His role in the book is to show that tempestuous and negative emotions, inherited or encouraged by environment and education, can be conquered. Also, unlike Mr Lockwood, our want-t0-be romantic narrator, Hareton is interested in inner worth as much as a pretty face. Hareton is the ultimate bad boy made good and he’s also not a wife abuser. Readers wanting romance need look no further.
There we are, Wuthering Heights tells a dramatic, action packed story confined by space to the moors and by time to one calendar year. There is a clear trajectory that takes us from the hell of the first visit to the house to a potential vision of Eden at the end. Wonderfully, despite all of the famous demonic overtones, I am also now convinced that Emily Brontë was on the side of the angels. It’s official, I’m a late but very enthusiastic member of the ‘Wuthering Heights’ fan club and I’m so pleased to have finally arrived.
For much more in depth analysis and love of this novel, I recommend www.wuthering-heights.co.uk
* Heathcliff is not actually a puppy murderer, but he only gets off on a technicality. One, I misread the book originally, and it is a dog, not a puppy that he hangs. Two, Nelly finds the dog and saves it. On the other hand, I’m sure he would have acted exactly the same if Isobella’s favourite dog had been a puppy and he never learns of Nelly’s later actions so I still consider him guilty.
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