Now and then, fate raises her delicate hand and gently ushers you somewhere you didn't expect to be. And so it was a few weeks ago when holidaying in the UK. It was meant to be a couple of days walking the North Downs Way in Surrey with old … [Read more...] about Accidental Austen journeys
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, … [Read more...] about Meeting Jane (almost)
It's a question I get asked a lot. Which is odd, because it's not as if Ms Austen is undiscovered or underrated. Nobody ever thinks to ask why I like novels by Terry Pratchett or Mark Lawrence. Or football. Or twiglets. Or even Poldark. … [Read more...] about Why do you like Jane Austen?
Curiosity drove me to read Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice a few years ago. I wanted to know how much charm and humour in the screen adaptations was the work of the adaptors and how much the work of Miss Austen. I was astonished, as perhaps only … [Read more...] about Oh Jane…