Literature and Twilight.
So, I realize that me just writing summaries of my day is kind of boring. I’ll try not to do that all the time.
Today was an interesting day though. Kayleigh, Lillian and I drove to Perry to request some public records. Some of the places apparently don’t exist, and we were driving around for 30 minutes trying to find them. That was annoying. We’re requesting records for someone else’s article– meaning, we’re doing the grunt work for someone else and she’s going to put her name on the byline. But we have to do it since it’s an assignment, and I’m not a fan of failing. What really bothers me though is that some of the records that she gave us are ones that are not actually public, so I looked like a huge jerk-idiot while this judge pulls out this huge book and reads me some section of some article. Then made a copy of it for me. I just feel like this woman, as a professional journalist, should know which records are public and which are restricted. That’s all.
More importantly though, I discovered that Lillian loves 3 Ninjas. She is the first person outside of my family who has seen this movie, and I was convinced I had made it up until about a year ago. You don’t understand how exciting this is.
Anyway, what I actually wanted to blog about is this. If you didn’t click the article, it basically says that Wuthering Heights now has a Twilight cover and that sales are boosting. (The cover has the tagline “Bella and Edward’s favorite book”).
Are you kidding me? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I know Stephanie Meyer impresses the 13 year old girls who read those vapid collections of words with fancy books like Wuthering Heights and Mansfield Park, but people who actually read literature recognize the fact she has no idea what she’s talking about.
Bella, the whiny female lead, loves Wuthering Heights and Meyer just hits her audience over the head with forced parallels.
People realize that Wuthering Heights isn’t really a happy love story, right? I mean, that’s pretty obvious. Love (loose term) is what destroys them. It doesn’t bring them together. They go INSANE. It’s not romantic the way Heathcliff tortures people or digs up her body so that he can snuggle with it. That’s just creepy. Cathy’s not likable either. In fact, she’s a huge biatch who manipulates people to get whatever she wants– even though she doesn’t know exactly what that is.
That’s the whole point: Wuthering Heights is not romantic. They aren’t Darcy and Elizabeth, they aren’t Westley and Buttercup, they aren’t Cosette and Marius. I know people think this is the ultimate romance, but it’s not. It’s obsession, creepy obsession disguised as intense love. But they’re just insane. INSANE.
I guess they’re perfect for each other in the sense that they manipulate and use everyone around them because they’re emotional sadomasochists. They love destroying everyone and everything. The second generation mirrors the first, and Heathcliff is still messing with them. Selfishness and regret don’t make love, they make terrible people.
Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy Wuthering Heights, I just wish people would interpret it correctly. It’s not a love story. That’s all.
And what’s more: Wuthering Heights is literature, Twilight is a collection of words, typos and grammatical errors. Also, it’s just stupid.
On a happier note: I have my schedule and I have started to finalize my Honors Thesis.
Quote of the day: “Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.”– J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan