Hot and Wuther-ed

Jacob Elordi and Margot Robbie work up a froth in the new film adaptation of Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff and Catherine go full B.D.S.M. in Emerald Fennell’s new film adaptation of Emily Brontë’s timeless gothic novel

By Daphne Merkin

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he wonder of it is that Wuthering Heights, which was declared to be “unquestionably and irredeemably monstrous” upon publication, exists at all, its creative origins forever obscured by the brief and enigmatic life of its author. The novel, published in 1847 under a male pen name (Ellis Bell), was written by Emily Brontë, a 27-year-old virgin so reclusive she makes Emily Dickinson seem positively sociable, who lived in a parsonage together with her gifted sisters and alcoholic brother in the tiny village of Haworth in Yorkshire, England.

The parsonage abutted the moors, where Brontë liked to wander, and the READ ON