It’s difficult for me to be objective about Austen. I struggle to filter my reactions to her unfamiliar language, her unfamiliar time and class based society, and my aversion to Harlequin romance type sagas. All of that poses obstacles to my unfettered enjoyment of her prose.
On an intellectual level, the eighteenth century English preoccupation with class and breeding that is so central to Austen’s tales captures my interest even while it engenders a certain amount of disdain.
And yet, on an emotional level, I can’t help myself. I like her happy endings, her accounts of triumphal love.