tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549813151360063120.post226983086593600997..comments2024-03-27T03:29:06.371-04:00Comments on Lydia Netzer: Persuasion by Jane AustenLydia Netzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11448861273955788158noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549813151360063120.post-38757026360404671912007-09-19T07:33:00.000-04:002007-09-19T07:33:00.000-04:00Philistine! YOU BLASPHEME!The joy of this novel --...Philistine! YOU BLASPHEME!<br><br>The joy of this novel -- and I confess, it is my third favorite of Jane's --- comes from Mrs Musgrove weeping on the sofa over awful poor drowned dead Richard, and the refelection that only sylph-like people should be allowed to be weepy in public. And the hair pulling shamefully reared awful babies creeping all over people. Jane is SO funny and sly. SO SLY AND FUNNY. The love story is never, ever even once, the point. It is the familiar story from which all points hang.<br><br>JUMP ME DOWN THE WALL!!!! I AM LOUISA MUSGROVE AND I COMMAND IT!Joshilynhttp://www.joshilynjackson.com/mt/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549813151360063120.post-34871535472961135952007-09-19T07:42:00.000-04:002007-09-19T07:42:00.000-04:00If the love story isn't the point, then why do...If the love story isn't the point, then why do the characters spend so much time charging around on horses advancing the plot of it. Or rattling around in carriages worrying about it. Also, I realize it's the 19th century but... a bit ludicrous with all the travel hoopla. WOOOOOEEEEEE we're going FIVE MILES AWAY!?!?!?!? FOR A DAY!!! WEEEEO!O!O!OO!Lydiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11448861273955788158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549813151360063120.post-59846913381563177062007-09-19T12:57:00.000-04:002007-09-19T12:57:00.000-04:00OH pish.See also: Tosh.You KNOW the love story is ...OH pish.<br>See also: Tosh.<br><br>You KNOW the love story is not the point. You even talk about it in your entry -- how the plot is the same plot is the same plot. Always, even in Northanger Abbey, which is IMO her weakest book (like sayign it is, for Toger, a bad round of golf) and a pure satire. A "nice" young lady of manners makes her way to the altar. The end. Or as you put it, "There's a man and a woman, or there are two men and two women, and at the end of the novel the church bells will peal, and there will be joy."<br><br>As for the trips...hrm. I get excited about going to Kroger. This is because I do not get out much, a trait I have in common with ALL Austen heroines. <br><br>I end by saying MELVILLE + HAWTHORNE!!!!111 one one! Translated: If you do not cook up MY sacred cow and eat her with A1, I will gently close the door and leave YOUR sacred, erm, bulls to show each other their tattoes under that blanket. You know the one. The blanket that I remember because it was not in a whaling chapter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com