" Perception and Reception ", the-novel-that-could-have-been: Jane Austen reloaded

If you are fortunate indeed, along your way, you'll meet great connoisseurs of nearly everything. You recognize them immediately as they tend to be way hipper, funnier, cooler, smarter than you could ever dream to be and, more importantly, abyssal, erudite, sophisticated, self-reliant, and consequential in every possible way, which is precisely why they take persistent unadulterated interest in your minuscule life of unbearably lesser aims. They will always grant you the unrequited honoris causa of pointing out their obvious, way more-obvious-than-any-other-obvious: that you are not in touch with yourself, but because they forever are, they'll tell it to you like it really is. That is: " You are a feminist commie, who lives by Pride and Prejudice, who'd rather read Jane Austen and watch Notting Hill. " It sounds ideally light, fluffy, empowering, and serene so, for now, you can only aspire! However, in your plain green-grey reality, you are a warring machist hawk of peace activism, your favorite book is not one, but two: The Substitutes, by NT and Claudia, by you-can't-remember-who but you'd be willing to bet it is a Collette rip-off (see Claudine) in a Central European idiom. Also, you'd rather read Samuel Richardson, of course, and Ben Jonson, if only for his literary history making paratext if not entirely for the Jacobean veneer. All these while endlessly watching- proud to admit it - Winnetou. Nevertheless, hope to see you in Bath! Soon.

Or, as our elementary school teacher used to say: Read, but read well! Listen, but listen hard! Watch, but watch closely!

    

 

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