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Monday, 19 October 2009

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Pfew! I hope no book was harmed in the writing of this post! Since you have been reviewing books, you have never been that sharp and severe, except perhaps when it came to that book about Shakespeare's life. I think you must be rather angry again the BBC film.
When I saw this book appear on your left column, I decided that this would be my 2009 yearly Austen, although it doesn't fit my resolution to read the books in the same order that they were written. Too bad. Anyway, I ought to start with Sense and Sensibility. I'll tell you about the book by the end of the year.



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Minnie - thanks for your comments, and keep
visiting. Its odd that we nowadays think of country life as an escape -
but you rightly point out that it cd be a prison.


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Very interesting critique of the novel (didn't see the latest telly version), & I do agree with most of it. Just wanted to add my own view that 'Emma' is about the claustrophobia of life - narrowed to focus on a particular social stratum, but could apply to almost any. The phrase near the beginning summing up the aftermath of snowfall as 'a white world' says a lot, I think. And Emma HAS to marry Knightley: no other choice without relocating (which isn't a possibility thanks to Mr W's 'frailties'). So they just have to accommodate each other. And I suspect that's what it's about: as much as the stifling nature of country life, it's about making do with/making the most of what you have. All a bit glum, and far from romantic. Perhaps that's why we don't like it? No sparkle.
Great blog; have enjoyed my visit. Thank you.

Lindsay & Cornflower, dare I admit that "Northanger Abbey" is the only book by Austen that I have read? Will you still talk to me? I can imagine you saying in scandalized tones "There you are, I told you he wasn't a proper reader!"

Now, come down off that fence, Lindsay!

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