Cumbres Borrascosas (Ediciones Fenix) (Clasicos de La Literatura) (Clasicos Seleccion)

by Emily Bronte

Tuvo que esperar varias décadas hasta que la crítica y los lectores estuvieron en situación de apreciar hasta qué punto suponía una auténtica renovación de la literatura inglesa. Sin embargo, el lector de nuestros días no podrá escapar al poder de seducción que emana de este clásico, una de las obras literarias más sólidas e inmortales que jamás se han escrito, y una de las más leídas.
En un ambiente dominado por el misterio y el puritanismo, con una carga latente de ingenuidad y tragedia, se desarrolla un amor tempestuoso e imposible que sin embargo no deja espacio para la sensualidad. Cuatro mujeres y siete hombres, entre los que destaca el insondble Heathcliff, aparecen dominados por el odio y el amor llevados hasta sus extremos, hasta más allá de la muerte, hasta la voluptuosidad de la venganza.
Source: https://www.edhasa.es/libros/110/cumbres-borrascosas

• ISBN10: 8435010015
• ISBN13: 9788435010016
• Publish Date: 1 November 1992
• Publish Status: Unknown
• Out of Print: 19 August 2009
• Publish Country: US
• Imprint: Edhasa
• Format: Paperback (US Trade)
• Language: English

Reviews

[brokentune]

A few months ago I re-read Wuthering Heights. I had read it before, many years ago, as an impressionable teenager but couldn't remember much about it as most of my impressions from reading the book had been edged out of my memory by Kate Bush's song and Monty Python's most excellent re-telling of the story in semaphore.

Anyway, having re-read this, I have no idea how I could have ever perceived the story of Heathcliff and Catherine as a romance haunted by obsession.

All I am left with now is an impression of a story marked by a passion for violence, bitterness, and obsession with revenge.

"If it be, he deserves flaying alive for not running to welcome me, and for screaming as if I were a goblin. Unnatural cub, come hither! I’ll teach thee to impose on a good-hearted, deluded father. Now, don’t you think the lad would be handsomer cropped? It makes a dog fiercer, and I love something fierce —get me a scissors— something fierce and trim! Besides, it’s infernal affectation—devilish conceit it is, to cherish our ears—we’re asses enough without them. Hush, child, hush! Well then, it is my darling! wisht, dry thy eyes— there’s a joy; kiss me. What! it won’t? Kiss me, Hareton! Damn thee, kiss me! By God, as if I would rear such a monster! As sure as I’m living, I’ll break the brat’s neck.’ Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his father’s arms with all his might, and redoubled his yells when he carried him up-stairs and lifted him over the banister. I cried out that he would frighten the child into fits, and ran to rescue him. As I reached them, Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen to a noise below; almost forgetting what he had in his hands. ‘Who is that?’ he asked, hearing some one approaching the stairs’-foot. I leant forward also, for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff, whose step I recognised, not to come further; and, at the instant when my eye quitted Hareton, he gave a sudden spring, delivered himself from the careless grasp that held him, and fell."

[Mercy]

Me gusto y lo comprendí y disfruté mucho más que cuando tenía 11.