Wuthering
Expectations

My experience of a novel depends as much on a sympathetic response as anyone else's.  The question is: with whom, exactly, do I need to ...

When Matthew Arnold published his tribute to Charlotte and Emily Brontë in 1855, Emily had been dead for almost seven years. Arnold could h...

A post or two ago , I looked at a poem written by Emily Brontë when she was 19 years old, and mentioned that to me it seemed much more matur...

Gérard de Nerval, from Aurélia , part 2, chapter 1 (1855): "if only we can identify the missing letter or the obliterated sign, if we c...

Shall earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease to bow? Usually I assume that ...

I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from it's home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And my eye can wander...

As he aged, Matthew Arnold wrote fewer poems. Many of those are memorial poems, culminating in the glorious trilogy "Geist's Grave...

My glance at the scholarly literature suggested to me that a lot of work on Wuthering Heights has been spent on finding the predecessors of...

I don't have any particularly interest in all of that Brontë stuff. Like being able to see the drawer full of Brontë socks at their hous...

Wuthering Heights is a story about child abuse. It's a story about other things, too, but it's an abuse novel. I think academics pr...

Lockwood the lodger is much like the first-time reader. He's completely lost before Wuthering Heights has even properly begun. We'r...

"I could not bear the employment. I took my dingy volume by the scroop, and hurled it into the dog kennel, vowing I hated a good book. ...