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304 pages, Hardcover
First published July 5, 2022
Jennie: When Janine brought this book to my attention and suggested we review it together, I was both intrigued and trepidatious. There exists a theory that readers are either Jane Eyre fans or Wuthering Heights fans, and that never the twain shall meet. Of course there are readers who love or hate or are indifferent to both books, but given that they written by sisters, each with her own unique take on romantic love, comparisons are inevitable.
Anyway, in my mind, Janine is a Wuthering Heights person and I am a Jane Eyre person. That is, I’m sure, a simplistic distillation of reality; Janine can speak more to her feelings on each book, obviously. I have read Jane Eyre twice, in high school and college, and seen countless adaptations of it. I’m not a die-hard fan but I like it a lot; I think Jane is an awesome, unique character and Rochester is entertainingly broody and the story progresses in an interesting way,
Janine: I felt trepidation too, but for different reasons. I love retellings of fairy tales but retellings of literary classics often don’t work for me, because the voice of the original author and the voice of the retelling author are different. Wuthering Heights is one of my favorite classics, so a retelling of it is a particularly tall order to pull off. But this one is by Tasha Suri, the author of my favorite book of 2021 (The Jasmine Throne, the first installment of The Burning Kingdoms, an epic romantic fantasy trilogy) and her explanation of why she wanted to retell this particular story made me feel she got Wuthering Heights.
Suri called the classic novel a favorite of hers, “a strange and polarizing book: dark and gothic, passionately romantic and pointedly cruel. It’s also the story of the destructive influence of a boy who doesn’t belong: a boy who looks ‘foreign’ without having any particular history of cultural identity; a monstrous boy who has no place, no family, no right to want things, and wants them anyway. I want to write a reclamation that says: everyone comes from somewhere, and colonialism may try to make us its monsters, but we don’t have to let it. I hope my re-imagining will also help make readers a little more aware of the long, long history of South Asians in Britain. There’s so much history that we’re not taught that young readers deserve to know about.”
“I can’t look long, but I can’t look away either. My stomach hurts when I stare at her face—the trusting eyes, the kneeling. They’ve painted her like she loves them. That’s most monstrous of all.”