A Partial Reconciliation.


Today, feeling rather feverish, I spent the best part of the day in bed.

In the intervals when my eyes were open I finished reading Jane Austen’s ‘Sense and Sensibility’. It is more that 50 years since I decided I didn’t like her writing. Maybe, now I’m a little older, I thought I might give her another go.

The novel is beautifully crafted; the prose elegantly fastidious. The writer progressively builds her insightful characters, but I still find I don’t like them much. She was, of course, writing of a certain social class in her own time, but I can’t develop any rapport with people who are concerned only with appearances and presenting what others may wish to hear.

I suppose I have achieved a partial reconciliation with Miss Austen.

My 1949 Avalon Press edition is illustrated by Blair Hughes-Stanton.

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The colour plates, one of which adorns the book jacket, are obscured by mist,

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and figures in the vignettes appear to represent ghosts or zombies.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s tandoori chicken and boiled rice. She drank Hoegaarden and I drank lime squash.