last year, to commemorate the bicentenary of emily bronte, i did a thing over on my blog called A MONTH WITH HEATHCLIFF.
because 201 years is even more impressive than 200 (and because this was a lot of work), this year i will repost the project here, one day at a time, celebrating my favorite novel and my baby steps into image-manipulation. happy july!!
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to commemorate the bicentenary of emily brontë, let’s take a moment to address the great puzzle at the heart of wuthering heights:
WHAT THE HECK WAS HEATHCLIFF UP TO FOR THOSE THREE YEARS? AND HOW DID HE GET SO RICH?
college courses have been structured around the question, scholarly tomes have been devoted to exploring the matter, novelists have offered their fanciful suggestions.
they’re all wrong.
to find out what really happened to heathcliff during his three years away from the dubya aitch, watch this space, where, for the entire month of july, i will be posting a scene from those missing years, putting to rest the great mystery of where he went, what he did, and why he came back so inclined to hang puppies.
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while in hiding – bored and sad, eating his feelings and no longer burning off any calories through rigorous dog-punching, heathcliff chunks out a little.
*** it seems i messed up when doing this project, and Heathcliff: Terror of the Neighborhood is actually a movie, not a book, so i will have to post a link to blog for this day. sorry!
Borrowed from my mother-in-law's stash of books, I do not remember Heathcliff as much as I do of course Garfield. Hard to top Garfield though Heathcliff had his moments and one or two cartoon snips actually got me to laugh (as the thief stands there with a gun stating: "Hand me everything but your cat!"). And "What have you done this time?!" as you see Heathcliff greet his owner with a drink at the front door.