Heathcliff looms, but on a larger canvas he would simply be a good looking thug. What did he do with himself during the missing years? I think he joined the army and got lucky with the loot. I see him somewhere east of Suez, prizing a green eye out of a little yellow god.
Wuthering Heights was written in the mid-1840s, but covers a period from the 1770s to the early 1800s- which makes it as much of an historical novel as A Tale of Two Cities. It is steeped in the anxieties of the age of revolution. The Earnshaws and Lintons represent an ancient regime grown debauched and effete, Cathy is a provincial Wollstonecraft and Heathcliff a pocket Napoleon.
The Brontes are the least Victorian of the great Victorian novelists. They are free of sentimentality, religiosity and coyness. No Little Nells for them. And Emily is the least Victorian of the three.
Last night I read the passage where Nelly hallucinates her former playmate- the child Hindley- at the crossroads and he raises his head and smiles at her and she takes it as an omen and runs to the gates of the Heights where the feral child Hareton meets her with curses and shies a flint at her. Who taught him such language, she asks. "Devil Daddy" he replies- meaning the man Hindley has grown up to be. The writing is swift, nothing is spelt out and the imaginative scope is Blakeian- the Blake of the Songs of Innocence and Experience.
What a very great writer Bronte is!