"A Photograph is Memory in the Raw": Keep your Darcy, Im holding out for a Heathcliff.

Prepare for a long one folks!

Currently Listening to: Home (Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros) & Hero (Mariah Carey) Yeh I'm mixing genres! What of it?!
Currently Pondering: Bleh, too much milk. And why haven't I heard "Home" sooner!? It's a firm favourite.

We sat on the sofa, snuggled under Elisa’s duvet, ate the remnants of her Birthday cake, and indulged our Christmas and spinster spirit simultaneously by watching Bridget Jones’ Diary. Colin Firth as the ever-delectable Mr Darcy, and Hugh Grant (omgomg, he WINKED at me this year at the Open, yeh, HUGH GRANT noticed me on the way back from the loo and acknowledged my existence!) in his usual businessy-playboy type role. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Anyway, BJD is meant to be a modern spin of Pride and Prejudice if I’m right? It was made with that in mind correct? I get its also meant to be a collection of journalistic columns by Helen..thingamybob. It doesn’t really matter, its just my tenuous bridge from one classic love story to another, and lo! I shall spring into my main argument.

Mr Darcy, as lovely as you are, and in spite of the flocks of women looking for a modern Darcy of their own, like our dear Bridget, I myself, am looking for a Heathcliff.
-Yeh you heard right, I’m a Wuthering Heights fan. Cathy + Heathcliff 4eva. Hang on now, no don’t go leaving, just sit tight and I’ll try and show you why if you haven’t already read this book, you need to.

It applies to real life! It does! I’ve seen the scenario SO many times that: Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy finds another boy after girl, girl sits there thinking “oh...crrap.” Now, if girl is to make any sort of choice between the two, it seems only logical she’ll chose the man who can show her that she won’t be happier with anyone but him, correct? Unless she has some masochistic tendency or a materialistic definition of happy, of course. In any situation, disappearing off the face of the earth, making a girl feel like an idiot while she’s harbouring affection for you or cavorting with other girls will NOT secure the lady’s hand, Darcy. Again, unless she has slight masochistic tendencies. I’ve seen and heard about this situation from friends male and female, experienced it for myself, and can determine it is not fun for any of the parties involved. I have total sympathy for anyone caught in this situation, but ultimately, don’t get more stressed about it than needs be. The course of true love never runs smooth, but that doesn’t mean it needs to be like treading a minefield. If it gets too much for you to handle before you get into a relationship with someone, what would an actual relationship with them be like them? I found comfort in pages 54-59.

“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”

I’m having trouble wording my second reason for loving this book. Basically, the love that Cathy and Heathcliff have for each other isn’t perfect and functionable, but it’s so fierce, and so passionate, that it does work. In a non-working way. *Spoiler warning* They never marry, but it still seems like they are magnetised to each other, and despite them trying to fight it, desperately trying to guard themselves from giving in to each other, it seems inevitable they will eventually end up together. Come hell and high water. Almost. I appreciate fairy-tale depictions of love and romance, They make me go all gooey and warm, but in practicality, I find more reassurance in the idea that no matter what might happen, I’ll have a love that can’t be waivered. Not so that I then have permission to mess around and act like a jerk, and I’m not talking about soulmates, but I’m trying to get to the idea that you can find in someone something that ignites this intense feeling in you, that can’t be dampened down. I think that’s nice. I might be too idealistic, but I don’t think that beyond the reach of most people. Maybe.

Before I lose your attention, I need to use my favourite part of the book, please? Ok! Cathy has married another man, for really terrible reasons, has become sick with all the grief she’s caused herself and by Heathcliff’s disappearance and reappearance in her life, and now she’s on her deathbed, with Heathcliff come to visit her:

'You teach me now how cruel you've been—cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you—they'll damn you. You loved me—then what right you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you—oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?'

'Let me alone. Let me alone,' sobbed Catherine. 'If I’ve done wrong, I'm dying for it. It is enough! You left me too: but I won't upbraid you! I forgive you. Forgive me!'

'It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?'

Do I need to explain why I love this part or can I just stew in a feeling of “*ooof* that’s emotive”? I have a thing about being as honest and accurate about stuff as I can, I’ve found it’s the only way to speak to guys without things “getting complicated”, and my friends get a kick out of my “bluntness” from time to time. So here we have a man telling his girl exactly how he feels about her, with no reservations, and he kicks her butt a little. Bitches be crazy, and I know I’m better for having someone tell me when I’m being out of line from time to time. At this point in the book, I have fallen in love with Heathcliff. Minus the twisted parenting skills.

I’ll finish with responding to the argument of “How can you like any of the characters in this book?! They’re all evil!” “-ARE NOT!” Look, look right here ok? Cathy has died and Heathcliff is spiralling into some intense mourning period here:

'May she wake in torment!' he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. 'Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!'

Ok, he’s coming off a little harsh by wishing her anything but restful peace, but look underneath that. He is so afraid of a life without Cathy in it in any way, he is on his knees pleading that her spirit finds a way to wait for him on earth until he too passes, then they might both be reunited and move on together. I like the little glimpses of his vulnerability you see from time to time, I don’t need a guy being a total wimp all the time (I am viciously irked by men who need to man up), but this is an acceptable occasion. The love of his life just died after all.

Phew, that was a long post. Maybe not a very good one, but maybe someone is now a little curious to read Wuthering Heights? Someone other than myself. I’ll be re-reading my little dog eared version if I ever finish my work.

Yaay for non-typical romance!!