Book Review: Wuthering Heights

TLDR: “Boring, annoying characters” This is a novel about crappy people. Or, specifically, one really crappy guy named Heathcliff, who is adopted by an Northern English family, treated poorly, and proceeds, over the course of generations, to extract his revenge on them in all sorts of different ways. Nothing acute and immediate, mind you – this guy is in for the long haul, and his revenge takes place over decades. I have problems with classic novels, it seems. I read them, and generally hate them, because I think I’ve been broken by contemporary fiction. I think I just fail to evaluate them in the context on when they were written. Compared to a modern novel, this one is a long snooze. There are only two locations – two estates: Wuthering Heights and Thurcross Grange, which are about four miles apart, separated by the moors (hills, basically – the setting is just south of Scotland). All of the action takes place in one of these two houses. People argue, make up, get married, are born,…