The love between Heathcliff and Catherine exists now as a myth operative outside any substantial relationship to the novel from which the lovers spring. It is shorthand in popular culture for doomed passion. Much of this hyper-romance gathers around Catherineβs declaration of Platonic unity with her would-be lover: βI am Heathcliff β heβs always, always in my mind.β Yet their relationship is never less than brutal.
What is it about their unearthly union, with its overtones of necrophilia and incestuous desire, that so captivates us, and why does Emily BrontΓ« privilege this form of explicitly masochistic, irrevocable and unattainable love?
I also like the way in which the setting is a world both attached but also separate from the a wider world.
I also listened to a few podcasts talking about the book: