The baseball season is well under way, but here at AustenBlog World Headquarters we’re really just getting started on spring training. Just taking out the Cluebat of Janeite Righteousness, swinging it around, warming up a little. It’s been a while, but the ignorant are still out there, and need a gentle (and, we remind our more squeamish readers, completely virtual) introduction to a clue, with extreme prejudice.
First we have an Austen scholar from the Daily Record spouting off about Becoming Jane.
Such is the level of devotion shown by Jane Austen’s aficionados, that anybody planning to tell the story of the “real” Jane runs the risk of being beaten to death.
VIRTUALLY, bunky. Virtually. 😉
Besides, we would love to see the story of the “real” Jane. Too bad we haven’t yet.
It could all be poppycock
Wait a minute…
could all be is all poppycock
There, fixed that for you. And, oh yeah…
*beats smug superciliousness into smithereens with Cluebat of Janeite Righteousness*
We don’t know if this is really Cluebat-worthy–maybe just a love tap or two. We are, after all, still in training.
I’ve been enjoying the opportunity to escape into a simpler world through reading some of Jane Austen’s novels, a world where women occupy their time with music, needlework and walks about the grounds; where a single woman going for a ride in an open carriage with a man to whom she is not related is cause for raising eyebrows.
It’s so nice to hear no reference to global warming, the economy or the presidential campaign.
What? You get THAT from Jane Austen’s novels? For crying out loud.
For all the simplicity, the relationships remain true. Love starts with a glance and words exchanged on the dance floor, meets with obstacles and prevails in the end after being tried and tested. Nary a kiss is exchanged until the engagement. What a nice change from today, where people jump into bed with hardly a thought about the consequences.
Oh, yes. Nobody does that in Jane Austen’s novels. *coughWilloughbyElizaCrawfordMariaWickhamLydiacough*
Curiously, the authoress herself even acknowledges that in the previous paragraph. We don’t really have a problem with the article itself, we just find it curious that Jane Austen’s novels are used to illustrate it.
(And this reminds us–we haven’t forgotten about the Golden Cluebats, we’ve just been a trifle busy lately.)