Wuthering Heights (Vintage Classics)

Emily Bronte was born on 30 July 1818.Her father was curate of Haworth, Yorkshire and her mother died when she was five years old, leaving five daughters and one son. In 1824 Charlotte, Maria, Elizabeth, and Emily were sent to Cowan Bridge, a school for clergymen's daughters, where Maria and Elizabeth both caught tuberculosis and died. The children were taught at home from this point on and together they created vivid fantasy worlds which they explored in their writing. Emily initially taught as a governess and later travelled to Belgium with Charlotte in order to undertake further study. In 1846, along with Charlotte and Anne, Emily published Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell. After this Emily wrote Wuthering Heights, Anne wrote Agnes Grey and Charlotte wrote The Professor. Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey were both published but Charlotte's novel was initially rejected although she later published Jane Eyre to great success. Emily died on 19 December 1848.

Title: Wuthering Heights (Vintage Classics)

Author: Emily Bronte

ISBN: 9780099511595

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Publisher: Vintage Publishing

Publication Date: 2008-02-07

Number of Pages: 368

Weight: 0.2813 kg

A dark and passionate tale of tortured but enduring love... Mesmerising * Guardian *
This brilliantly atmospheric Yorkshire saga has only one drawback - Emily never wrote another novel. For me, it is both fantastic but also true to life because the protagonists have such believably fierce emotions -- Kate Mosse
When I was 16 I read Wuthering Heights for the first time, and I read it as a kind of oracle; that life is worth nothing if it is not worth everything. Disaster does not matter, intensity does. You can dilute Wuthering Heights, as Mills & Boon and musicals have done. But if you are honest, you cannot escape its central stark premise; all or nothing. The all is not Heathcliff - that is the sentimental version. The all is what Heathcliff represents, which is life itself -- Jeanette Winterson
It is as if Emily Bronte could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognizable transparencies with such a gust of life that they transcend reality -- Virginia Woolf
Only Emily Bronte exposes her imagination to the dark spirit -- V. S. Pritchett