Here was a woman about the year 1800 writing without hate, without bitterness, without fear, without preaching. That was how Shakespeare wrote, I thought, looking at ‘Antony and Cleopatra,’ and when people compare Shakespeare and Jane Austen, they may mean that the minds of both had consumed all impediments; and for that reason we do not know Jane Austen and we do not know Shakespeare, and for that reason Jane Austen pervades every word she wrote, and so does Shakespeare.
–Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Early this morning I walked the dog along the waterfront in the windy darkness, looking at the lights of Manhattan and wondering what Jane Austen would have made of the fact that she’s world-famous and still relevant today, nearly two and half centuries after she was born. I like to think she would have been amused — and not entirely surprised. Does genius recognize itself?
Over at Austenblog, there’s a giveaway of a book of essays that looks to be excellent. Sarah Emsley has a fascinating post about Jane Austen and grandparents. The BBC has a great article by Rebecca Smith about the daily routine at Chawton. And you can still enter the Goodreads giveaway for The Jane Austen Project right here. It runs until next Tuesday.
3 thoughts on “Happy Birthday, Jane Austen!”
Congratulations on your novel, Kathleen, and happy December 16th. Thanks very much for sharing the link to Nora’s essay on grandparents.
Thanks, Sarah. It’s a wonderful article, and a great tribute to your friend Nora. What a sad loss; she was clearly a very kind and intelligent person.