“Darcy is Still the Ultimate Sex Symbol” is the title of an article by Katy Brand in The Telegraph. The article features a photograph of Colin Firth and his famous wet shirt from the 1995 A&E/BBC Pride and Prejudice series.
But now that I have your attention, I want to ask for your help in identifying what it is that makes Mr. Darcy so attractive — in the novel. Early in the story, he happens to accompany Mr. Bingley to the first assembly.
Within a few lines he becomes a “sex symbol,” with his “fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien; and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes after his entrance of his having ten thousand a year.” Read More→
Given how many fans of L.M. Montgomery visit “Green Gables” in Cavendish, Prince Edward Island (Canada) each year, it’s fascinating to read about Montgomery’s own literary pilgrimage to Louisa May Alcott‘s family home, Orchard House, in Concord, Massachusetts.
There she made a side trip from Boston while on a visit to her publisher, L.C. Page, in November of 1910.
“Concord is the only place I saw when I was away where I would like to live,” she wrote. “It is a most charming spot and I shall never forget the delightful drive we had around it.” Read More→
Amy Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet known for a form of poetry called Imagism. The product of a wealthy Brookline, Massachusetts family, she was educated privately and spent part of her youth traveling abroad.
She started life as a pampered debutante, but her accomplishments and dedication to her craft eclipse her privileged beginnings. In addition, she’s now celebrated as a rediscovered lesbian poet.
Most of all, she’s remembered as an Imagist poet, which, according to her was defined as the “concentration is of the very essence of poetry” and aimed to “produce poetry that is hard and clear, never blurred nor indefinite.”
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (March 6, 1806 – June 29, 1861), the accomplished British poet, was born in County Durham, England. She grew up in an atmosphere of privilege as the eldest daughter of Edward Moulton.
Her father changed the family name to Barrett when he inherited vast businesses, including a West Indies plantations, along with mills, and ships. Edward Barrett was a slave holder.
The eldest of twelve children, Elizabeth was schooled at the family home in Herefordshire, England. She showed much early aptitude for her future calling — she began reading novels at age six, and her first significant poem was written at about age seven. Read More→
I always return to Green Gables when the summer leaves have broken out of their cocoons; when warm evening breezes stir the wildflowers along the roadside; when long purple sunsets sweep through the sky.
I could never go there in winter’s dark days. Like summer’s lush and golden afternoons, Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery breathes light and freedom, warmth and adventure, wrapped in the exquisite detail of the simple beauty of Prince Edward Island.
Looking out across Green Gables’ fields on a June morning, Anne is brought to her knees by the sheer beauty of her surroundings, her “beauty-loving eyes” lingering on the scene before her, “taking it greedily in.” Read More→
A musing on the timeless emotions of motherhood through the lens of Abigail May Alcott, the mother of Louisa May Alcott and her sisters. This essay was contributed by Susan Bailey, creator of the blog Louisa May Alcott is My Passion.
We just dropped off our twenty-seven year-old son at the bus station as he makes his way back to New York after a week at our home.
He was granted an unexpected vacation from his job as a preschool teacher and was longing for some peace and quiet, away from small children, the noisy city and his very busy life. Read More→
I was eleven. My sixth-grade class was participating in a reading challenge, recording all of the books we read on a giant chart so that we could see how many we finished by the end of the year.
For some reason, I took the challenge quite literally and really strove to challenge myself. I still don’t know why I got it into my head to find the biggest, thickest books on the school bookshelf with the biggest, longest words.
It’s not like I still didn’t enjoy the Babysitters Club series or Ella Enchanted. But while I don’t remember the inspiration that drove me to read Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, or The Story of Dr. Doolittle by Hugh Lofting, or Wuthering Heights, by Emily Brontë, I did. Read More→
I have always loved Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. There is no need for me to explain what it is about the writing and the characters that are so powerful and endearing, for I know that many, many readers have experienced it too. We laugh at Jo’s antics, and feel Teddy’s heartbreak, and weep when Beth takes her last breath.
But with my most recent re-read of this classic, published in 1868 and beloved for generations, the book tugged at me a little bit more, pulled me in a little bit deeper, and spoke to me in a way it never had before. I can’t put my finger on why that is. Read More→
