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Jane Austen and Me

17 years ago

I have never understood Jane Austen. I have tried and tried. I read Emma in high school, along with Northanger Abby and Mansfield Park. None made the slightest impression on me, other than marveling at the excellence of her writing. While Austen was unarguably a masterful writer, I viewed the work as rather silly and subscribed so many other peopleÂs affection for these novels as a nostalgic longing for a romantic past that never really existed.

One day last week I was at the library browsing the DVDs and picked up Pride and Prejudice, the one with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. For anyone wondering why I would be interested in seeing this, given my indifference, well, it features Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. Some things I am not indifferent to. On a cool, rainy day I popped it in the player and began to watchÂsuddenly everything came into focus. The superficial layer over my eyes dissolved and the textures and themes leapt out at me. Mrs. Bennet was no longer a mindless, annoying twit, but a mother genuinely (if still a bit annoyingly) concerned over her daughters future. Mr. Collins cloying, obsequious manner and the confidence of his proposal swing sharply into focus.

Now, many of you are shaking your heads at this. "Does this woman not possess subtlety of thought? Is she completely narrow-minded?" The answer isÂyesÂsometimes. I have always recognized a certain narrow-mindedness in myself, something to which I have freely admitted. IÂm not proud of it, but there is no use denying it either. While I believe I am a compassionate, sympathetic person, I have trouble identifying with social issues outside of my own sphere. Despite years of travel and work all over the world, this I have never overcome. I have much sympathy for those less fortunate than myself in a physical or socio-economic sense, but I never seem to conjure up sympathy for or understanding of those more or at least equally fortunate than myself.

Back to Jane. Upon the conclusion of the video, I ran back to the library and took out everything Austen. Upon finding out that Pride and Prejudice was first entitled First Impressions, my interest and understanding grew even more. Along these lines, I spent several hours reading Fay WeldonÂs amusing and insightful Lettesr to Alice on first reading Jane Austen, which seem tailored for someone like me. Never mind the fictional Alice is a teenager! IÂm coming to this a bit late.

Now, reading Pride and Prejudice is like diving into clear water on a hot summerÂs day. Speaking of summer, this will clearly be my Jane Austen summer. I have always enjoyed immersing myself in large bodies of creative work, for instance last winter was The Winter of Ingmar Bergman. Every film of his that was available to me was watched at least twice. Quite a way to while away a winter. I am happy to say that Jane Austen will be a bit livelier and a tad less depressing.

Now this brings up another question. Why did...

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