i am sister to the serious octopus: bronte and a contest

This morning I am inspired by a few things: the consistently wonderful and tender and funny three beautiful things blog (see link below and right).
Also, I like the new look of this blog.
Also, I just donated 11 inches of hair to Locks of Love, so my neck is thrilled to learn how air rushes past on my bike ride to work.
Also, skimming by those poor car-laden sods as they line up at the stop signs.
Also, pandora.com.
Also, Emily Bronte's audacious novel Wuthering Heights, which is a study in the inexorable misery of one man for having fallen in love with his tempestuous and fickle adoptive sister, and his exacting revenge upon everyone who in his twisted, heart-broken logic needs must suffer for what is essentially her betrayal of him.

In Jane Austen, much plot is determined by how society constricts the characters, and she fascinates us by showing how they maneuver through the confines of their society, or push against them.

In EB, the rules of society, vis a vis inheritance for example, are secondary to the constrictions of the characters' hearts and minds, and while money and property are tools that Heathcliff uses to pathetically attempt a "gain" back of what he has lost, they are secondary to the emotional, the personal and the psychological costs and possessions of this tale.

The story is very dark, and the construction is quite skillful. And the premise..well: Ever had a friend who couldn't let go of a past girlfriend or boyfriend? Who tortured themselves over it? Who went back and back to that bad love, even at the risk of everything else they have in life? I have. EB's understanding of human foibles is right on, still relevant, since personalities and their conceits, their desires, their egotism, their sad ability to be truly dualities (Cathy as wild moor-roaming child in Heathcliff's arms, and Cathy, primped and petted, dainty wife of Edgar Linton)are universal. It's a train wreck, but you can't look away.

On another note, for anyone still reading, I challenge you to an impromptu First Line Contest: 500 word story, due Friday the 14th by midnight, containing the phrase that is the title of this post, a phrase that slipped out of my daughter's bedroom last night, and made me laugh. One beautiful thing, the way they discover language.


SzélsőFa said...

should this line be the first line OR the title of the piece OR it's up to me to place the sentence wherever I please..?

SzélsőFa said...

Okay, I'm done. Just some nitpicking. I'll be posting it on my blog on Friday. How about that?

SzélsőFa said...


I think I should be sending it to you instead...how about an email address?
I can't post it here because it has italicized words in it for purpose. And I'm such lame when it comes to html editing.

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