Okay, anyone on that Readalong, don’t know how you’re going to stretch that out for two months. A nice, romantic tale about Anne Elliot who gave now-Captain Wentworth the sailor’s elbow when he was just Yeoman Wentworth, or whatever. She loved him, he loved her, they got engaged, some Lady named Russell advised her against him, so she broke it off. She’s regretted this ever since. Now he’s back, and rich, and still handsome and really not inclined to even speak to Anne. He’s flirting away with a young chick named Louisa. But, of course, this is Jane Austen and while the course of true love doesn’t run smooth, it gets there in the end, and it is a great relief when it does so. Hard to believe this was one of the last things she wrote. It lacks the complexity and humor of her earlier works. She pokes a bit of fun at Anne’s father for being vain and her sister, really for the same thing, but overall, these people are not the Bennets, nor even the Dashwoods. Although short, the book seems to take a while getting a move on. It definitely picks up once they reach Bath which Anne looks down on for being shallow, but it’s hard to see what’s so deep about her, except she reads Byron and Scott and understands Italian. She’s more intellectual than the others, but she also seems to be rather a snob. Not a snob about class like her family, but an intellectual snob. I think what bothers me though is, she doesn’t seem to have a sense of humor.
On the Cobb at Lyme
Persuasion read to me like Jane Austen’s fantasy of a young man she blew off in her youth, coming back still in love and telling her how fantastic she is and they all live happily ever after. Which if true, is especially sad as Jane died shortly after finishing this and no Captain Wentworths were by her side telling her she was all that.
Still, this counts as a classic by a woman, so I’ll post it as such.