Cassandra Austen (1773-1845)Jane Austen
ca. 1910
Since Christmas, I've been having a kind of a private Jane Austen festival. I bought the DVDs of Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, and have been watching them one after the other after the other for weeks (not quite as obsessively as that sounds; my movie-watching time has been interspersed with episodes of My Family and Torchwood, among other things). Earlier this week, we got Becoming Jane, which I found pleasant to watch but not as historically accurate as the movie promoters want us to think. Normally, I don't expect movies to adhere slavishly to history, and one of the things I get a kick out of is a movie that plays with history, so I should have liked "Jane" more. Maybe it was the twenty-first century feeling that kept poking through it. But I loved James McAvoy in period clothing. I hope he ends up in Georgian era duds again!
Anyway, maybe it's just me, but I've noticed an explosion of interest in Jane Austen for the past six months or so. I do know that public television here 'way out West has been playing one of the movie adaptations every Monday night for several weeks. Maybe this high interest in Austen has been going on for some time, but I've only recently woken up -- the tour guide in Bath did bring up Jane Austen and the movies quite a bit when we were on that tour.
Oh, I don't know. I'll think about this some more and get back to you on it.
Bet you were wondering what happened to the Library Quilt? So am I! I haven't turned it up yet. It has to be somewhere in the house, since I've seen it since we moved 'way out West, but its exact location still eludes me.
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