One of the benefits of getting older is that you’re less worried at looking foolish
(though I’ll probably hear about this from work tommorrow…)
Somewhere around a quarter of a century ago, my mother handed me a book that she said
I would enjoy, and she was right. Though I have read all of Jane Austen’s books, Pride
and Prejudice remains my favorite.
You may ask yourself, “Self, why is Eric so enamored with a late 18th century historical
drama”. It’s somewhat hard to explain, but Austen’s commentary on English society
is insightful, and her oblique way of sayings things is very engaging. For example:
To Elizabeth, it appeared that had her family made an agreement to expose themselves
as much as they could during the evening, it would have been impossible for them to
play their parts with more spirit or finer success…
Once a year, I try to write humor, and I would consider myself successful if I could
craft such a finely-tuned sentence.
Last night I caught the 1979 BBC adaptation, which is what led to this entry.