May 14
Nelly Dean when finally getting asked why Heathcliff is like that after twenty years of knowing the juiciest gossip
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Nelly Dean when finally getting asked why Heathcliff is like that after twenty years of knowing the juiciest gossip
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"....... and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creature, and an angel, in those days."
- emily brontë, wuthering heights.
Wuthering heightssss
i'm not normal about this book tbh
nelly, literally:
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I find it interesting that Nelly's dislike of Catherine isn't really reciprocated. Cathy actually seems quite fond of Nelly. She makes her into a confidante often, she takes her to Thrushcross Grange after marrying Edgar, she frequently approaches her for advice.
She is frequently cruel and unpleasant towards Nelly, but that's not out of dislike so much as a general entitlement and disregard. And to an extent she shows this kind of entitlement and disregard towards everyone she interacts with, but it's particularly intense and prominent in her behaviour towards Nelly - Nelly is only a servant and so it doesn't really matter if Cathy physically hurts her or gets into a rage whenever Nelly doesn't do exactly what she wants or forcibly separates her from the child that she loves and is basically raising. Cathy wants someone to talk to so she pulls Nelly's hair to make her wake up in the middle of the night - it's briefly described and Nelly doesn't seem to mind but looked at in the context of Cathy's general conduct towards Nelly it indicates a kind of very causal disrespect. Cathy doesn't need to dislike Nelly in order to mistreat her - she only needs to view her as someone who it is acceptable to mistreat. And while she knows that Nelly often disapproves of her behaviour, gets annoyed with her, lectures her, etc, I don't think she realises that Nelly genuinely doesn't like her. She doesn't really think of her poor behaviour towards Nelly as serious or a problem, so she doesn't really consider it as something that might engender dislike or resentment.
Hot take:
Ellen is the worst character of Wuthering Heights
What really strikes me when reading Wuthering Heights is the emphasis on women’s anxiety about leaving home. First with Ellen, then with Cathy, then with Isabella, we see the complete alienation of a young woman from all that’s familiar and comfortable that accompanies the marriages in the book.
It’s Ellen, more of a parent to Hareton than anyone, reflecting:
And since then he has been a stranger: and it’s very queer to think it, but I’ve no doubt he has completely forgotten all about Ellen Dean, and that he was ever more than all the world to her and she to him!
It’s Cathy, mourning her choices:
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free [...] I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
It’s Isabella, confiding to the only sympathetic friend she has:
You’ll not be surprised, Ellen, at my feeling particularly cheerless, seated in worse than solitude on that inhospitable hearth, and remembering that four miles distant lay my delightful home, containing the only people I loved on earth; and there might as well be the Atlantic to part us, instead of those four miles.
It’s hard not to read into these anxieties as a reflection of Emily Bronte’s (indeed, any young woman’s) uneasiness about leaving family, name, and life behind for a husband or employer who could make their future a nightmare. Especially poignant is Isabella’s lament:
I beseech you to explain, if you can, what I have married.