Chloe

my retort to wuthering height stans:

I understand the complexities which emily bronte strives to broach and explore throughout this book but, at the end of the day (to me) all it succeeds in accomplishing is reinforcing that people suck.

the techniques employed to structure the story's narration as being told from several people - oft, at times, being recycled across a lineage of individuals - is impressive especially when considered to be in conjunction to the quality of language wielded by bronte to outline her multi-faceted world with intentional detail.

however, while these elements are praiseworthy, I personally did not find the subject matter particularly enriching; terrible people doing terrible things, squandering any hope of redemption, makes for a rather taxing read to me. With life's inherent challenges, I question the appeal of reinforcing negativity through a gothic romance when I could simply watch the news 😭

now, i understand that others may find value in the themes i struggled with &, my critique isn't to discredit their admiration either but, only to explain why, for me, the book's messages left me largely disenchanted.

simply put: good read but it was just not my style. i hope this clarifies that my mediocre reception of the novel isnt a dismissal of its literary merit, but rather a reflection of my own personal taste. excessive praise for a narrative that extensively dwells on human depravity strikes me as overdone.