By Mary Anna Violi | @MaryAnnaVioli
It was 200 years ago yesterday that my literary muse Jane Austen died at age 41, in Winchester, Hampshire, England. She is, in fact, buried in Winchester Cathedral. By 41 years of age, she had written books that hold us spellbound even today. Jane Austen’s work should be outdated, but that is not the case. Her work is timeless, her female heroes we long to imitate such as Emma Woodhouse, Elizabeth Bennett, or my personal favorite, Anne Elliot. I love reading Pride and Prejudice, too, and though I lose patience in Emma with Emma’s selfishness, in the end, I admire how she acknowledges her self-centeredness, repents, and becomes worthy of Mr. Knightley’s love.
Then there are the male heroes, like Fitzwilliam Darcy, who most readers swoon over, George Knightley, who guides Emma or tries to, and Captain Frederick Wentworth, my hero of choice. Persuasion is also my favorite of Austen’s novels. Published posthumously, Persuasion is a novel of maturity, of wisdom that comes from experience and lives longer lived. In Persuasion it is Captain Wentworth who learns to appreciate the steadiness of character and the constancy of love, instead of Austen’s other female protagonists. Anne Elliot proved a most together person of integrity. She taught her great love Captain Wentworth, instead of the other way around as in her other novels.
Jane Austen might have been gratified to know that England plans to initiate a new ten-pound note currency with her picture on it in September 2017. As much as I laud the British for applauding her greatness in a monetary manner, particularly ironic since Jane Austen lacked money in the last years of her life, her presence on the ten-pound note will keep her presence in front of millions of people for years. Maybe the money note will pique interest in more reading of her books, which she would have liked.
However, I take issue yesterday with Google not placing a Jane Austen animated puzzle or cartoon on its search engine page. Google seems to give a nod to all sorts of illustrious people, both dead and alive, but on the anniversary of Austen’s death, Google did nothing. I felt it to be a glaring omission. Her birthdate was December 16, 1775. Perhaps Google will offer praise to her on her this December on the 242nd anniversary of her birth. I, for one, will raise my cup of tea in honor of Jane Austen multiple times throughout the year, particularly when I read, re-read, and re-read her books.
Ciao for now.