a DIFFERENT thirty days meme this time.
I'm going to try and do this one properly. Bless you, tumblr, and your meme-spawning ways: thirty days of Jane Austen!
Day 1: Who is your favourite female character?
This might surprise a few people (though maybe not):
“No cold prudence for me. I am not born to sit still and do nothing. If I lose the game, it shall not be from not striving for it.”
Mary Crawford. It's sort of funny, because I've found that a lot of people love her as a sort of alt!Elizabeth, and I've never made any bones about the fact that I don't love Elizabeth the way a lot of people do. However, add in some pathos, an interestingly terrible upbringing, a carefully detailed, tragic character arc, quite a bit of personal kindness, and some intense brother-sister camaraderie to all the wit and charm and liveliness and splendid not-giving-a-shit, and I am all over that. And really, I've never had much to say for Austen's antagonists - you won't find me defending Caroline Bingley or even Mary's own brother any time soon - but Mary ... I love Mary. It's pretty much everything that makes so many male woobies speak straight to my id, only in a fabulously stylish lady. (I hate this adaptation, but Hayley Atwell's Mary is wonderful.)
... I might have written the only Darcy/Mary fic in the entire fandom, and it was fun. I like Edmund, but I prefer to imagine she found someone a little more dynamic. Really, though, no relationship for her is remotely as compelling as the one she has with her brother. There's talking about everything, and then there's talking about everything. Part of me just wants them to be a sparkly sibling duo forever, cruising around Regency England having morally ambiguous adventures.
Miss Crawford, in spite of some amiable sensations, and much personal kindness, had still been Miss Crawford; still shown a mind led astray and bewildered, and without any suspicion of being so; darkened, yet fancying itself light.
Day 1: Who is your favourite female character?
This might surprise a few people (though maybe not):
“No cold prudence for me. I am not born to sit still and do nothing. If I lose the game, it shall not be from not striving for it.”
Mary Crawford. It's sort of funny, because I've found that a lot of people love her as a sort of alt!Elizabeth, and I've never made any bones about the fact that I don't love Elizabeth the way a lot of people do. However, add in some pathos, an interestingly terrible upbringing, a carefully detailed, tragic character arc, quite a bit of personal kindness, and some intense brother-sister camaraderie to all the wit and charm and liveliness and splendid not-giving-a-shit, and I am all over that. And really, I've never had much to say for Austen's antagonists - you won't find me defending Caroline Bingley or even Mary's own brother any time soon - but Mary ... I love Mary. It's pretty much everything that makes so many male woobies speak straight to my id, only in a fabulously stylish lady. (I hate this adaptation, but Hayley Atwell's Mary is wonderful.)
... I might have written the only Darcy/Mary fic in the entire fandom, and it was fun. I like Edmund, but I prefer to imagine she found someone a little more dynamic. Really, though, no relationship for her is remotely as compelling as the one she has with her brother. There's talking about everything, and then there's talking about everything. Part of me just wants them to be a sparkly sibling duo forever, cruising around Regency England having morally ambiguous adventures.
Miss Crawford, in spite of some amiable sensations, and much personal kindness, had still been Miss Crawford; still shown a mind led astray and bewildered, and without any suspicion of being so; darkened, yet fancying itself light.