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Meeting Jane (almost)

28th September 2018 by Mark 8 Comments
 

Writing Austenesque fiction means the ghost of Jane Austen always feels near. (Hopefully not preparing some deliciously cutting remark on the impropriety of this young* man who dares play with her characters.)

Ms Austen never reveals herself, though. I’m left with the books and a coffee mug as the only sources of inspiration. So in search of more seeds for my imagination, I persuaded friends and family alike to build a little Regency time travel into a recent trip back to England.

Jane Austen's House Museum

Part 1: Dreaming spires and authors

It all began in Oxford’s Broad Street, torn between the White Horse pub and the Bodleian Library. I’d like to claim literary endeavour triumphed over the brewer’s efforts, but the “Women Who Dared” exhibition had to wait until after lunch.

Women who dared sign

Once inside, I made a beeline for the manuscript.

The handwritten manuscript.

Jane Austen’s handwritten manuscript…open to The beautifull Cassandra, a story from an early volume of her Juvenilia.

To think some 200 years ago, the lady herself had scratched at that very paper. I stood a moment, hoped a morsel of inspiration might loosen from the page, drift through the protective glass, and settle on my writing hand. Time will tell.

(The exhibition runs through to February, 2019, if you want to see it for yourself.)

Part 2: Houses big and small

A day or three later and it was off to Jane Austen’s former Chawton home, which has become a lovely museum.

The actual house is a blur, now. Just a memory of feelings: gratitude at the kindness and friendliness of the staff, delight at finding my friend’s book (The Longbourn Letters) in the little shop, enchantment at the gardens, embarrassment at how I look dressed as a Regency gentleman (let’s just say Mrs Bennet’s eye would have passed over me quickly, whatever my income).

One item remains firmly embedded in my mind, though:

Jane Austen’s writing desk is the Anne Elliot of furniture, quiet and unassuming but with hidden strength. There was nobody in the room when I was there. I could have touched it…rested my hand where hers once lay…traced lines of inspiration across the wooden surface.

But I didn’t.

Sadly, I’m genetically incapable of ignoring a “do not touch” sign. There is more chance of Mr Collins disagreeing with Lady Catherine. (Though I once brushed against a piano used by Franz Schubert. In my defence, it was sort of accidental and there was no explicit “do not touch” sign. I still feel guilty.)

The day finished further up the road at Chawton House, who do a sterling job researching, preserving, and popularising the work of early women writers. You can support their efforts here.

The house, gardens, and views are quintessentially English:

Chawton House
The view from Chawton House

Inside, first editions of Ann Radcliffe, Jane Austen etc. peered out at me from beneath glass cases. And then there was the library, just as you imagine Mr Bennet’s might look and smell, save for a distinct – and disappointing – lack of port.

I spent rather too long among the leather-bound treasures, chatting with the lovely member of staff inside about 18th-century book buying, the 95/05 P&P debate, the Chawton House collections, and much more until someone politely mentioned they were about to lock up (which is British English for “go away”).

Part 3: Perambulations in Bath

The final stop on the trip was to accompany my mum on a shopping trip to Bath, one that – sadly – left little time for any sightseeing.

My mum has a prosaic attitude to such things. She greeted my suggestion that we try one of the many wonderful coffee and tea shops with approval, then insisted on the self-service restaurant in Debenhams department store. There’s not a lot of Austensque inspiration inside there, believe me.

All I managed was a quick dip into the Jane Austen Centre, plus a few hurried photos of streets and buildings that conjured up memories of Persuasion and Northanger Abbey:

Milsom Street, Bath

(…in walking up Milsom Street she had the good fortune to meet with the Admiral…)

The Pump Room, Bath

(…which Mary, well amused as she generally was, in her station at a window overlooking the entrance to the Pump Room…)

And that, dear reader, was that – back home to Vienna, my books, and my coffee cup. Until 2019. Perhaps I’ll be lucky and we’ll make it to Marks & Spencer next time.

*when I say “young”, I mean “not young”

Filed Under: Random musings Tagged With: Chawton House, Jane Austen

Comments

  1. JOAN REYNOLDS says

    4th October 2018 at 4:47 am

    Next time take in the British Library at St Pancras (where both the tube or the main railway meet) – and see Jane Austen’s travelling desk and spectacles. These were, donated by one of JASNA’s co-founders, and collateral descendant of Jane Austen, namely Joan Austen Leigh. And of course Winchester and Alton – next year Alton is hosting a whole week of Regency events in June.

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  2. Mark says

    4th October 2018 at 7:03 am

    Excellent – thanks for the suggestions, Joan! I’m hoping to do another London trip next year.

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  3. Rose Servitova says

    13th October 2018 at 9:35 pm

    Don’t know how this recent blog passed unobserved by me. It’s a lovely read and mirrors my own trips to Chawton & Bath this year (with the exception of a mother & therefore coffee & cake on Pulteney Bridge & imagining Jane Austen walking past on her way home to Sydney Place).

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    • Mark says

      14th October 2018 at 11:24 am

      With all due respect to Debenhams, I think you got the better deal, there, Rose.

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  4. Eileen Collins says

    14th October 2018 at 11:14 am

    A very enjoyable read. It makes me wish to visit those places again – perhaps in 2019.

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    • Mark says

      14th October 2018 at 11:25 am

      Thanks Eileen!

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  5. Teresa Broderick says

    16th October 2018 at 10:33 pm

    What a fantastic trip Mark I envy you. Though I have been to Bath. Was there two years ago with my daughters and we had a wonderful time. We went to every Jane Austen thing we could think of. I even danced at a regency ball in costume. Wonderful memories.
    I thought you were quite eye catching in your regency hat, (then again I have just had an eye test:-))!!

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    • Mark says

      17th October 2018 at 2:11 pm

      A Regency ball – how wonderful! And thank you for your kind comment about the hat. Alas, I fear you will have to return to the optician, Teresa! Actually, a long long time ago, I was told by a shop assistant never, ever to wear a hat on account of my head being the wrong shape. They also said I shouldn’t go bald, because “no hair” wouldn’t suit me, either. But I don’t see what I can do about that if nature decides otherwise.

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