Posts Tagged ‘Jane Austen’

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According to outgoing Governor of the Bank of England Sir Mervyn King, ‘Austen may become the next figure to appear on the £10 note.’ He was heading off ‘a row over banknote sexism following the bank’s announcement to replace Elizabeth Fry on the £5 note with Sir Winston Churchill.’ (The Times)

As an Austen fan I am delighted about the news.  American Book Rioters share their nominations, like Alcott, Angelou, Hemingway, Poe, Twain. I fancy Dickens.

Any author you would like to nominate?

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This low wooden black table issued by apartment management is an elegant contrast to a seldom used pure white porcelain teapot – a personal treasure out of its bookcase drawer where it sits all year long and comes out only during special occasions. Like today.  My faves are things I happily do to celebrate my favorite author, Jane Austen’s birthday:

i. Drink tea of course.  A quaint break from the usual Moccona – it’s Oolong today.  Ti Kwan Yin, the brand I use is said to be universally held as rare China luxury, and a brew of long-enduring aftertaste.

ii. Color a Northanger Abbey illustration, captioned Pinned up each other’s train for the dance. It’s my first time to hold a watercolor brush since 3rd grade.

iii. Read a chapter of Sense and Sensibility, which is celebrating its 200th publication anniversary this year. The first page of chapter 17 paints a delightful picture of a mother with captivating manners a man could not very well be in love with her daughters without extending the passion to her.

iv. Listen to Weep You No More, Sad Fountains a classical poem by John Dowland, set into music and sung by Marianne Dashwood in the film Sense and SensibilityCandesca, a Canadian operatic ensemble is a new find. Their rendition of Weep You No more is beautiful.

v. Put the (Weep…) poem on a free image of an1888 Victorian floral border. It was fun to make, and it looks like this:

Credits: AllPoetry, Liam’s Pictures from Old Books

This could be one my most aesthetically fulfilling week of the entire 2011. It feels wonderful, and I am grateful.

Susanne of Living to Tell the Story hosts Friday’s Fave Five.

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In 1811 Thomas Egerton of Whitehall, London published Sense and Sensibility. Quick math shows it has been two centuries since Jane Austen became a full-fledged author.

Quite an anniversary, indeed. A celebration, I declare.

Blogs regarding the publication anniversary of this romance novel picture Jane Austen‘s engagements whilst making the final touches of her manuscript from Sloane Street. In letters to her sister Cassandra, Jane gave accounts of her shopping for muslin, the party that their brother Henry and SIL Eliza gave; mentioned several acquaintances, and referred to her book as S and S.

As a fan I wonder which between sense and sensibility did JA deem more important since she portrayed both attributes equally well. I’m obliged to enthuse over my S & S reading experience. Alas, I only managed fourteen chapters before getting sidetracked by another novel, the very first that JA wrote. I will resume and complete my affair with the celebrant before 2011 ends.

This post is linked with ABC Wednesday.

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a scribbler in possession of a Jane Austen addiction must be in want of an austenish Muse – Hazel @ Stasia Desiderata

Purpose of visit: To fulfill a childhood dream – see an English castle.

After examining my visa application and inch-thick supporting documents, the British immigration officer looked me in the eye, “I’m giving you six months.”  Spontaneously he encoded his decision into the computer, while I gawked in momentary disbelief.

On a sunny April afternoon I came out of Heathrow in a Mercedes Benz, and my date with beauty and charm began. As England unfolded through the car window, those illustrated storybooks I slept on when I was little came to life.

I used to imagine Rapunzel and Cinderella waiting for their princes in the keep of Windsor. I did not realize Da Vinci’s drawing of the Vitruvian Man was in there too.

Mrs. Weasley composed an award-winning howler when Ron flew the family car over, and almost dropped Harry Potter in the Yorkshire Moors. Hogwarts must be somewhere in its vastness.

The guide in Beamish spoke Geordie. After listening to him without understanding a word, my friend Anne and I followed him inside a coal mine. I would do that again and again if I could break free from rioting students.

A sign above the door of an antique shop in the Yorkshire Dales got me chuckling: “No trespassing. Violators will be shot. Survivors will be shot again.”

After many hours sitting in English literature classes and wondering about this guy whose writings I am required to analyze, Shakespeare finally became easier to picture when I set foot in his home. Signatures of Dickens, Twain, Tennyson and other literary greats who visited the famous playwright’s home awed me no end.  I bumped my head on the low ceiling of Anne Hathaway’s cottage. Back to reality girl but worry not. Quaintness warrants quick healing.

I could not decide which held my attention longer: the Grinning Skull of Burton Agnes or the manor house at its rear which is older than my country.

At the end of The Shambles is the starting point of a ghost walk. I wanted to join but stayed put at Guy Fawkes as I couldn’t stand the cold. The room window is like a picture frame into which part of Northern Europe’s largest cathedral fits.

York Minster’s vesper chimes beckoned me in. I have never experienced such beautiful worship.  As choir voices rose to the spires so swarmed goose flesh from my gloved hands to my shivering scalp.

So has my congealed Southeast Asian blood thawed yet? Now if my Muse would poke me.

MUSE @ Sunday Scribbling

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There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort – Jane Austen

and when it’s raining and there’s hot chocolate with magenta silk to wear the package is perfect. Things that have kept me from blogging have calmed down.  It is wonderful to be back online and do (one of my most favorite memes) the week’s faves:

Relaxing an entire week. Our students were rioting last week.  Armed police and the media got in. Guns were involved but no one was injured.  Academic operations were suspended for a week but not our pay: a bonus on top of being safe. Students here are usually happy when classes are canceled. Well, teachers are just as happy. 🙂

Going easy on my ISP. I try to grin and bear it when internet is slow. But it gets a bit irksome when it’s gone for hours. ‘… Nah, count your blessings,’ I thought of the riot and the one week holiday. Patience delays wrinkles.

A new-to-me cafe called Secret Recipe. The mushroom chicken cheese and garden salad brunch lasted me the rest of the day.  I fancy a return to try the cakes which are their specialty.

Listening to my money’s worth. Mama is quite animated on the phone as she describes CJ at their Language Week show in school. He made it to the finals in some contest, but the fact that he participated at all is enough to make me happy tackling pricey therapy sessions not covered by insurance.

Reading Northanger Abbey. Fave number 1 came with a serendipity. I fluttered into regency dream mode, a default with Jane Austen. The bookmark is a flea market find.

I mentioned a literary puzzle on a previous Friday’s Fave post and remembered some FFF participants saying they wanted to see a picture of that. So here it is:

This post is linked with Susanne’s Friday’s Fave Five at Living to Tell the Story.

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