So last night watched “Northanger Abbey”, another novel by Jane Austen I haven’t read yet. And loved! Why haven’t I read it? I don’t know, but I remember not really getting into it when I was young(er). But now, for some reason, things seem to fit quite nicely.
Good film, though I don’t know how good the book is. Yet. I’ll have to read it now, since I’ve really enjoyed the film and know films don’t usually make justice to the books. I will mention it later, whenever I’ve read it… 😉
So now I’m considering the possibility of reading (and buying!) the other works by a Miss Jane Austen. Funny, she was the “romance” writer of her time, but her books are still actual in their own way. The heroines, even though from “good” families, are normal people, with good and not so good qualities, with desires of their own and making mistakes as everybody else. Maybe they are all quite “proper”, but that was the standard of the time. And in not being proper, they would not be heroines anymore, for those ladies who read them were, themselves, quite proper.
By the way, I feel two things coming up from this romance reading at the moment: a wish/need to write more letters and a tendency to be a bit more formal in my forming my words and sentences. It might pass rather quickly, I’m sure, but it’s funny to see and do.
In saying that, I’ve just read a couple of books on those lines: Letters from Pemberley, More Letters from Pemberley (both by Jane Dawkins), and An Assembly Such as This, by Pamela Aidan (in which she tells the story of Pride and Prejudice but through the eyes of Mr. Darcy).
Letters from Pemberley is not that inspiring, since most of the time everything goes too smoothly. In More Letters from Pemberley, she finally managed the courage to put some suffering and bad things going on. It’s sad, but also very uplifting.
An Assembly Such as This shows us that Mr. Darcy was indeed in love with Lizzy from the beginning, but her family and all the absurdities that happen around them and after what happened with his own sister, he’s not as easy with them as one would expect. Pamela Aidan managed to describe him as quite prim, but also very much aware of his own feelings and desires. Denying himself because of propriety, but mostly because he could not find echo in Elizabeth to expand his feelings in the beginning. Since I’m just starting part two of this trilogy (such as Pride and Prejudice, a novel in three parts), I can only guess that him being reacquainted with Lizzy those months later just made him more in love with her. Too bad she had the time to feel so bitter about him… Anyway: wonderfully written! I’m enjoying myself immensely and getting more and more into that era. It’s a great way to relax.