Book Review: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte — Don’t Miss This!
In his article The Birth of Tragedy, Nietzsche listed two types of art: Apollonian and Dionysian.
The sun god has a crown on his forehead, a dignified face, and a graceful body. Apollo’s life is a standard aristocratic life, a balanced, not violent, and perfect life. A sober, rational, and dignified life. Apollonian art is also the standard art of classicism, a kind of palace-like art, with quiet greatness and noble simplicity like ancient Greek sculptures.
Dionysus, the god of wine, is different. He is half human and half animal, with confused eyes and an ugly appearance. He loves to wander in the mountains and forests. He often lies drunk in the wilderness, engaging in semi-mad contemplation and ecstasy between nature and the soul. Divine art is like the tragedies of ancient Greece. It is filled with vitality and vastness flows away. It is the standard art of modernism, an art with a mountainous atmosphere and burned by the inner fire of the soul. It is an art that has dissipated reason and emotion. The art of distinction.
Jane Eyre is undoubtedly an Apollonian novel, a novel written by a commoner who yearns for nobility (although the yearning is for the spiritual life of nobility), indoor, rational, sunny, idealistic, and classical. Yes, this is a standard life guide and growth manual for knowledgeable women. Even for contemporary women, it still has extraordinary guiding significance for them to pursue a decent and prosperous life.
“Wuthering Heights” is obviously a Dionysian novel. The book never reveals a yearning for a spiritual aristocrat or a desire to improve one’s spiritual realm. It is a true civilian novel, even more, civilian than Rousseau's because it is not like Rousseau. , without a hint of defense against inequality. It is truly dedicated and passionately in love with itself, the breath of the wilderness! That wind that blows endlessly! That kind of magical realm of the soul! It really has a mysterious power that captivates the heart and soul. When you read this book, you have no time to be cultivated or moved. You are its captive, it is your master, it is the palace of the god of the wasteland, and it only accepts the worship of wanderers.
When it comes to literature and art, you can’t tell how much of the author’s talent is given to technique and how much to passion.
They are one and two, two and one. You can’t tell whether the author’s EQ or IQ is higher. How many extraordinary spiritual experiences he has, and how much ability he has to convey these experiences? We, the fans, often sigh that someone has said something that we want to say but cannot say. This is all self-deception and other people’s deception. If you can’t tell, that’s because you don’t have it. If you have it, you will be able to tell it… The best things don’t come alone, they come with everything. Tagore is right, the sanctity and poverty of language are all in it.
The difference in technique between the two novels is even more obvious. When girls in the Chinese department first started practicing writing, it was easiest to choose Jane Eyre as a model. Its structure is simple and it basically follows the narrative of time. It seriously tells the love history of a woman. , a proper criticism of the dark side of society, everything about it is so moderate! How many excellent ugly ducklings have wiped their tears for it? Its ideal is an ideal that can be touched after proper struggle and struggle. It is a realistic ideal and a relative ideal. This is for people who want to struggle but also want to enjoy. For those who have achieved results through hard work, it is really an incomparable temptation.
The Wuthering Heights structure adapts to its character, and even time itself is torn apart by the strong wind. It is a kind of carefully spliced memories and flashbacks. Time unconditionally obeys the boundless space. Its ideal is an ideal of despair. An ideal that transcends the boundaries of life and death, how can it be called love? This is a bone-shattering ideal. Anyone who is nostalgic for daily life, please stay in front of this palace. This is an altar prepared for religious fanatics. It is a hell for farmers and a paradise for wanderers. It is ruthless. It shatters dreams about civilization and home and instigates people to dedicate themselves to the unknown and darkness.
Emily Bronte stared at the wilderness, as if to Charlotte beside her, more as if she was talking to herself: Even if you love non-stop, 80 years of falling in love are not worth one day of my love. like.
