Iām reading Wuthering Heights in hopes the Secret Goth Cabal will let me keep my Goth Card and I have to say, this book would make a lot more sense if people didnāt all have the same or similar names.
Iām reading Wuthering Heights in hopes the Secret Goth Cabal will let me keep my Goth Card and I have to say, this book would make a lot more sense if people didnāt all have the same or similar names.
@KimberlyHirsh I am also currently reading Wuthering Heights and they are all such terrible horny people
@KimberlyHirsh āif people didnāt all have the same or similar namesā ā should be a general rule for authors. In the book Iām reading right now thereās a Dylan and a Ryanā¦
@Miraz In Wuthering Heights, there are two Catherines, a Heathcliff, a Hindley, and a Hareton. There are 5 people with the last name Linton including, at different times, both Catherines, and 5 or 6 people with the last name Earnshaw, also including at different times both Catherines.
@KimberlyHirsh Aaaargh! š
@KimberlyHirsh Iām pretty sure itās on purpose, to emphasize the generational cycles of abuse and trauma
Granted, it does get a tad confusing :/
@wisewillow.bsky.social Iām sure it is. I just wish there were more clarity about which person anyone is talking about in any particular instance.
@heyitswhitney.bsky.social How can you tell them apart? And yes, what a bunch of jerks.
@KimberlyHirsh Does it help that Cathy I and Cathy II are never alive at the same time? XD
@wisewillow.bsky.social No because even when Cathy I is dead people are talking about when she was alive. The whole thing turns my brain to mush. Super compelling, but makes me mush.
@KimberlyHirsh @Miraz Small town / rural living! Interrelated people cycle through the same limited set of names. In my area, you tell people apart by their country nicknames, because it is only polite to name the younger generations after the older ones; but I dunno, distinguishing people by nicknames like āTinkā and āTootieā and āDumpseyā might detract from the Gothic atmosphere š¹
@Miraz if one of the Catherines was known as āTootieā and the other as āCookieā this would all be solved.
@annahavron Oh, no. I disagree ā those names are spelled the same and (nearly) rhyme. Iād need Tootie and Biscuit. š¤£
@Miraz Excellent point! I guess since theyāre Brits someone could be called āBiscuitā⦠if it was a āBiscuitā in the U.S. South it wouldnāt be the same as a āCookieā but there has got to be a āBiscuitā around somewhere⦠now I keep thinking of country nicknames⦠Peanut, Stumpy, Tank, Dawg, Turtle, Mudcat, Scooter, Little Bob, Cricket⦠of course Sissy and Bubbaā¦
@annahavron Thanks for that link. Iād looked up country nicknames but didnāt get far. Names are so interesting.
@Miraz I think the hard part about them, for some of the people I know, is that sometimes they can be embarrassing; but the rule is (as far as I can determine it), that someone else gives it to you, people usually get them when they are very young, and they are often ironic (e.g. calling a big kid āTinyā). Oh, and you have them for life, and beyond. They appear in obituaries and sometimes even on tombstones.
@KimberlyHirsh For books like that I literally have to write my own name list/cheat sheet in order to make it through.š
@KimberlyHirsh Itās the opposite of the problem I have reading War and Peace, where everybody is referred to by three different forms of their names that would be obvious to a Russian but took me a good 300 pages to sort out. Turns out there were not nearly as many characters as I thought.
@annahavron I was thinking of old German Pennsylvania and a town where (I recall reading) there was a Sheep Joe and a Wet Joe. The reasons being lost to whatever that sort of knowledge is lost to.
@dwalbert Same with Anna Karenina and Russian novels in general. I write down little charts on file cards and use them as bookmarks. Some characters have nicknames on top of their several formal names.
Re Wuthering Heights, I felt as if the repeating names were important, emphasizing the hellish, constricting loop of the story.
@dwalbert š¹ š I thank God Iām Not From Around Here and therefore never got saddled with a country nickname, though I do always enjoy meeting some huge grizzled guy and finding out that everyone calls him āPeanut.ā
@dwalbert Wuthering Heights manages to somehow give everyone the same names while also giving everyone 2 or 3 different names (e.g. Hareton is Mr. Earnshaw but at one point Hindley is Mr. Earnshaw and before that, Hindleyās dad is Mr. Earnshaw). For the first 20% I couldnāt even tell how many people there were.
@JohnBrady Definitely for the Catherines and Linton Heathcliff. Iām not sure about everyone else.
@JohnBrady Thatās the point where reading has to move to a different chair, by the table where I keep a pencil and some post-it flags. I did eventually settle into W&Pāvery much worth the effort. (WH less so. As a psychological exploration of the effects of abuse itās interesting, especially for that time, but I could not wait for the daggum thing to be over.) The bigger challenge was the untranslated French, the presence of which tells the reader much about the characters and their interactions, but which I can only sometimes sorta read.
@KimberlyHirsh The other thing I wonder aboutāalmost completely unrelatedāis what the contemporary reaction to WH really was, behind all the moralizing. Did women read it with a false cover, like they did 50 Shades of Gray 160 years later? (Not literally, as there werenāt dust jacketsābut.) So of course I typed some version of my question into The Machine and found this, from which I learned that āThe author of Wuthering Heights has evidently eaten toasted cheese.ā
@dwalbert Some good stuff there. I liked DG Rossettiās āThe action is laid in Hell, ā only it seems places and people have English names there.ā Iāll add a quote I saved from a review of the (apparently awful) new movie: āWhen I finished reading it for the first time as a teenager, I remember shoving my copy under my bed instead of returning it to my bookshelf; the unsettled feeling that I had read something fundamentally obscene lingered in my bones for days.ā