WANDERING THROUGH (mothering) – WUTHERING HEIGHTS!
It has only just struck me, that if writing is inevitably about life/lives and living – the birth of the novelist, historical documentation and physical/emotional experience then of course the written is always, without a doubt, about death. Meandering through Wuthering Heights I recall a phrase that reminded me of my mother – “I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul” ! The misery of human life then …. to be lifeless and soul-less signifies an endurance for psychological and physical control in the novel that generates the obvious theme of ‘eternal returns’ – an endurance for DEATH itself.
Maybe books save us from our eternal return to our own life and soul through the juxtaposition of life and death – those desires that Heathcliff himself is barred from – and an ever eternal call to “let me in!” (a phrase mirrored throughout the text in character construction and setting) coupled with a bold incisive drive TOWARDS and not away from HATRED! Not only a medical narrative The Heights (Wuthering steadily towards closure) conjurs up beatic beauty and a series of fantastic ” end of life” scenarios to make any body dream of the after-life.
I will make his claim right now – all books/writings are about death – can you name anything that is not?