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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despite courting such reactions by teaming up with michael bay in a thinly-veiled biopic about a furious dog-hunter. many animals were harmed during filming.
*** 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!
Forever the dedicated carnivore, Heathcliff the cat lives on in this paperback second-life.
While compared favourably with Garfield,Heathcliff arguably transcends the latter. The perpetually lacklustre Garfield, for instance, habitually features the titular tabby lying prone for an entire sequence of panels, motionless save for perhaps an upraised finger to emphasize the punchline . And as far as Garfield reaches, the trouble-making cat rarely goes beyond testing the patience of his mentally-retarded canine pal Odie, or his slightly-less-so owner Jon Arbuckle.
And here is where Heathcliff excels: While the cat remains uncommunicative (unlike the silently-loquacious Garfield), he manages to make himself indelible throughout his neighbourhood. In Heathcliff, birds really do get eaten. He regularly steals from the Elite Fish Market, traumatizes his murine prey, harasses canines both terrifying and timid alike, and causes no end of grief for his long-suffering caretakers, the elderly Mr. and Mrs. Nutmeg. Garfield may erect a "No Dogs Allowed" sign. Heathcliff would use it as a trebuchet.
This book presents newspaper strips as they appeared across the country from late 1975 to early 1976. The date-stamps appear clearly on each cartoon, though not in chronological order. This serves to exacerbate a few particularly puzzling elements (the occurrence of two "Annual Cat Shows" within a six-month time span, for instance, or how an obviously winter-themed strip appears sandwiched between two of ambiguous season), since the date appearing on the strip seemingly has little to do with that strip's content.
But then, Heathcliff himself is not particularly known for his fastidious nature. Heathcliff Rides Again shows him participating in a yearly ritual of "house cleaning day," wherein he hefts scads of filth to the curb, and foraging through a multitude of trash cans looking for sustenance. Notably, he is not shown in the process of grooming himself!
Heathcliff Rides Again is a tremendously fun ride nonetheless. Cat-lovers will enjoy these single-paneled strips, and dog-lovers...
A compilation of Heathcliff comics - the cat who doesn't need more than a frame or two at a time to have a real impact on his audience. We find Heathcliff at his best, tormenting the milkman, shocking his keepers with bills that keep him comfortable, and generally throwing his weight around to show who's boss. He always brings a smile to my face, he's so outrageous.