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Wuthering Heights: A Reflection

Before I read it, I thought Wuthering Heights was a love story. Love is certainly a thematic idea in it, but to call Wuthering Heights a love story is about as accurate as calling Moby Dick a whaling adventure. It’s not incorrect; it just misses most of the actual book.

In college I had dismissed Wuthering Heights as what I used to call (OK, sometimes I still do) a “Corset Novel.” A comedy of errors about landed gentry falling in love on the moors