But honestly, I have to mock with Marianne when Elinor admits only to “esteeming” and “liking” the man she so deeply and desperately loves. I tire quickly of Mrs. Bennet’s and Mrs. Jenning’s endless prattle, am sickened by Lady Bertram’s world-class narcissism and ennui (and hold her directly responsible for 98% of the faults of her children), and actually cringe at the horrid meanness of the sisters Bingley.
Some scenes do move at a reasonable rate, but so many others drag and are repetitive and feature as a highlight the endlessly “nice” and circumlocutory [dude!] discussions everyone has and repeats over and over because nearly every character is afraid to actually say (or far worse, do) anything that might possibly or even minutely offend or position themselves poorly. The horror! After re-visiting three Austen greats this summer (Pride & Prejudice, Sense & Sensibility, and the one that did me in: Mansfield Park), I’ve come to the conclusion that the few reading hours that I can manage to scrabble together, I’ll be spending them with prose and dialog that don’t frustrate me to distraction.
However, I fully admit that there is much to be found in Austen that is quite nice: I can now dream that Col. Brandon really does have the voice of Alan Rickman, and that Darcy is a thousand times more handsome than Colin Firth. To think on the beauty of the English countryside. To know that others dream of true love which is never fettered by class distinctions or immoral persons. But in the until those dreams come true, here are a few things that are both Austen-y and more my speed:
Lost in Austen (Lydia: What have you done to yourself?! Me: Bwah!)
- 1000x hotter than Colin Firth: Elliot Cowan. He can be my Darcy any time.
- Seriously bummed I didn’t have time to visit her Museum when I was at Bath a few years ago
- Crook your pinky: The Pump Room is so much more beautiful than shown on their website.
What are your Austen loves — and your less than faves?