Dr Bill Hughes (William the Bloody) (@billbloodyhughes.bsky.social)

Be my Valentine (even while you’re rotting in your grave) ‘Is he a ghoul or a vampire?’ I mused. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons’ (Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights, Ch. 34) Edmund Dulac, ‘“Come in! Come in”, he sobbed’, from Wuthering Heights (1922) Like many others, I suspect, I’ve just started rereading Wuthering Heights. And I’m frequently seeing the admonition that too many of those who love this psychological novel of extreme love, saturated with the Gothic, are simply reading it wrongly. The novel, it is said, is not the classic romantic tale such readers think it is; Heathcliff and Catherine are monsters whose relationship is full of violence, narcissism, and abuse, and not the ideal love between the sexes people mistake it for. https://www.opengravesopenminds.com/critical-thoughts/be-my-valentine-even-while-youre-rotting-in-your-grave/