"And a heart is not a stone, It's fragile, fragile when alone"
I thought I'd quote Ben Harper the poet to start this post. I thought it pretty fitting to my mood recently while reading the book I told you about in my last post, "The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen." Sorry to say, though, seems like a lonely heart also softens the brain.
I don't really know why I bought this book. It was girly and pretty, and I figured "why not" is the reason I gave you before. I had not even reached page 10 when I realized it was a very bad idea indeed. I don't think Jane Austen would have been like that, though I don't know her and probably never will (though you never know, with the great progress of science...). I don't think it's aboslutely necessary to have been in love and have had you heart broken to write books like Jane Austen's. You can read them and understand them, and be moved by them, even when you've never fallen in love and your heart's never been broken, why should it be different for the writing of them? I don't like the starting point of that novel very much.
Besides, I don't like "true stories" in general. I'm not a non-fiction kind of person. Really not. Apparently, pretend-non-fiction doesn't work too well on me either.
However, and that's why I suppose my brain's defect, I think the book's not entirely bad. It's easy to read, for one thing, and some parts are really good, and do seem like they could have been written by Jane Austen. I just love the English of that time. It's easier than Shakespeare, but it's still... I don't know. Very pretty and romantic. (Ooo, do I sound silly today!! "I am overpowered by mortification and vexation"!) Makes me think that reading any kind of cheesy love story now makes me completely marshmallowy and lame... Maybe I'm just a hopeless case....
As for the imaginary Mr Ashford, who would have inspired most main works of Austen... I don't know, people, she falls in his arms by accident, he's got blue eyes, he's rich and hansome... and she goes most shamelessly fishing for compliments as soon as she sees him... I'm not so sure... I don't think... Well, you know. It doesn't sound too likely... somehow...
Anyway. That'll teach me... Next time, I'll buy some Paul Auster.
Have a nice day! ope it's as sunny where you are as here in Colmar!