I guess that there are many girls read <Jand Eyre>as their first classic rudiment. Yeah,different from them,mine is<Wuthering Heights>.
I was no more than 12,almost a kid,at that time,reading the version translated by Yang Yi. When I finished,my brother asked me ‘Do you understand?’. I just had to acknowledged ‘Little’.
I still remember my first impression in fact. It is like,in your heart,there is a strong wind from the moors,haunting you and making you think of those characters and plots spontaneously.
When I grow older,I read the novel and watch movies again. I begin to appreciate them. The version directed in 1939,starred by Laurence Olivier,is accepted classic. But I prefer this version directed in 2009 much more. So many times I read or watch,Heathcliff only leaves us violence and hatred. But in this version,I see a more complete human being,who makes me not only commiserate him but also nearly distressed.
When Catherine is dying,that howling strikes me---- ‘You said I killed you--haunt me, then!’
‘I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’----This is the love of Heathcliff,so painful,yet so so true.
It is the same as Catherine Earnshaw----
‘My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods,time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath--a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind--not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.’
Virginia Woolf compares and ,and says that while Charlotte Brontë is writing about ‘I love’ or ‘I hate’,Emily Bronte writes about ‘We, the whole human being’ and ‘you, the eternal power......’. This is why is never no more than a love story. It is a kind of struggle,and it is Emily herself. When she says ‘the moors!’,we hear the endless wind rising.
To the very unrestrained wild life, the sleepers in that quiet earth slumber unquietly.