I know it has been said a hundred times before but no one does romance like Jane Austen. Maybe its the time in which her novels are set that I find so romantic as I've always been in love with that period. Although I admit I struggle to find the fairness in a world where the main goal for any woman was to be married as soon as possible. There is something about the will of Elizabeth Bennett that I admire and her ability to speak her mind so plainly in a world that looked down on that type of behavior. One must wonder if it really was possible to see someone across the room, dance a dance with them and know that you were in love. Of course today's society would simply say that was lust, eyes meeting from across the room an simple attraction. Perhaps that is all that it was but somehow they managed to take that moment and fall in love, marry and by most accounts stay together until death did they part. How different and how far we've come today, the inability to maintain self-control; now once that spark that heart fluttering attraction wears off we're dreaming of someone else wishing we could find that again. I must admit its better than ecastsy the instant attraction you have for someone across the room, or when their arm brushes yours. Even worse than that take someone like me with an imagination that runs wild you can see your whole life flash before your eyes with that high seated firmly in the pit of your stomach.
Jane Austen channeled that energy and then provided the love will find a way. One thing I love about romance both in the days of Austen and today, it typically always revolves around a woman from a lower status in society being found and falling in love with a man from privilege. I wonder in reality just how likely men like that would be to fall in love with women like that. Women who are strong willed, say what they think with no regrets, require the man to do things for himself without being at his beck and call. Although I imagine that I would love to afford to not have to work and to spend my days traveling from city to city to party I also must admit that that in no way is in my personality. I have worked from as young as I can remember and I don't know that I could live with simply getting by on life.... Strange how very much the world has seemed to change over the years yet at the same time how very much the same.
This is my brain clearing area, and I love that about this, how much information gets locked away and there must be somewhere to purge it all. Was suppose to work on a paper tonight and instead I drifted off into the world of Jane Austen and romance that I'm not even sure truly exists. Ahh, to work on my paper, now that my brain has been purged perhaps I can write.
This is a beautiful blog posting. It is refreshing, light and filled with crisp air. The paragraph with "fluttering heart" had mine fluttering too as i reminiced about lost love and promising love. I am not familiar with Jane Austen's writing, but my interest has now been tweaked.
ReplyDeleteThe woman from a lower status who falls in love and marries the priviliged man is like a fairytale with a storybook ending. A real world comparison would be a famous golfer, meeting the collegues Nanny, falling in love at first sight and then getting married and starting a family, until promiscuity enters the relationship and it all falls apart, and sadly ends in divorce.
This blog had me searching my thoughts for inspiring love stories and romance novels and unfortunately I couldn't recall any. When I think of romance I think of "West Side Story", "Aron Loves Angela", "Love & Basketball" and "Ghost".
The visual representations one could imagine while reading the romantic words and detailed descriptions of scenery, clothing, moods and intimate thoughts, and loving, kind sentimental and emotional moments written by an author would vary from reader to reader. To me this blog describes true love.
Lately I find myself reading tech mags and school books, taking time out to wisk through the newspaper. This blog and recent events have me considering a romance novel.
I met a beautiful woman at Winn-Dixie a few weeks ago and it was an "instant attraction for me". We talked briefly while we were waiting on the checkout line. We smiled, exchanged cell numbers and texted each other for weeks, then made plans for a date.
We texted all this time without hearing each others voice, and this was a first for me, and it made me anxious to hear her sweet vocal tones again. We made plans to go out Saturday night, and again we texted all day. Later that night she called me and it was like fresh rain.
I picked her up and when I looked at her again, the fireworks went off. I gave her some flowers and she gave me a hug, her purfume scent was soft and having her arms around me gave me a wonderful feeling.
Diana Ross sang "You Can't Hurry Love". My imagination is very vivid and rapid so this time Im patient, I want to go slow, be cool, take my time to know everything about this special lady and enjoy art of sharing romance. Thank you for posting this, perfect timing!