encontrei outro livro baseado na vida de Jane!
Livro: The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen
Autora: Syrie James
Preço: 11,16 dólares no site da http://www.amazon.com/ (+ taxas de entrega).
Veja um trecho do livro aqui.
Comentários: (site da amazon) Alguns rumores indicam a existência de um cavalheiro misterioso que aparentemente foi amor da vida de Jane Austen. A verdade pode ter sido descoberta… Esquecida em sótão, será que as memórias de Jane foram descobertas depois de centenas de anos?
E se essas páginas contassem a história não contada? Essa é a permissa por trás do romance de Syrie James, que invade os segredos da vida de Jane Austen e nos dá uma imagem sobre o que se passava em sua mente e em seu coração. Nesse romance, Jane Austen deixa de descrever após uma viagem para Lyme, quando ela conhece o Sr. Ashford, um homem à altura de seu intelecto e temperamento. Inspirada pelas pessoas à sua volta, Jane começa a revisar Razão e Sensibilidade, o livro que ela começou a escrever anos mais cedo e espera ser publicado afinal. Esperto e engenhoso, escrito em um estilo que ecoa a própria Austen, As Memórias Perdidas de Jane Austen oferecem um encantador e possível enredo que pode ter servido de inspiração para a nossa amada escritora! É um livro notável, irresistível para os amantes de Jane Austen—and para qualquer um que ama uma grande história.
Esses dois livros foram publicados postumamente pelo sobrinho de Jane, H. Austen-Leigh em 1871 no livro chamado: A Memoir of Jane Austen.
A história de The Watsons se desdobra em um ambiente familiar onde a heroína descobre que suas oportunidades de casamento estão cercadas pela pobreza e orgulho.
Por outro lado, Sandition se arrista em um território bem diferente. A história acontence em um balnéario à beira mar, e tem como personagens: hipocondríacos e especuladores. Nos sugerindo que o trabalho de Jane Austen poderia ter tomando outras direções, surpresas inesperadas.
Como sugere a editora Dover, essas histórias são de interessantes devido aos registros literário e às curiosidades. São de alta qualidade e oferece uma leitura prazerosa tanto para estudo quanto por prazer!
A GENTLEMAN AND A LADY travelling from Tunbridge towards that part of the Sussex coast which lies between Hastings and Eastbourne, being induced by business to quit the high road and attempt a very rough lane, were overturned in toiling up its long a scent, half rock, half sand.
The accident happened just beyond the only gentleman’s house near the lane a house which their driver, on being first required to take that direction, had conceived to be necessarily their object and had with most unwilling looks been constrained to pass by.
He had grumbled and shaken his shoulders and pitied and cut his horses so sharply that he might have been open to the suspicion of overturning them on purpose (especially as the carriage was not his master’s own) if the road had not indisputably become worse than before, as soon as the premises of the said house were left behind expressing with a most portentous countenance that, beyond it, no wheels but cart wheels could safely proceed.
The severity of the fall was broken by their slow pace and the narrowness of the lane; and the gentleman having scrambled out and helped out his companion, they neither of them at first felt more than shaken and bruised. But the gentleman had, in the course of the extrication, sprained his foot; and soon becoming sensible of it, was obliged in a few moments to cut short both his remonstrances to the driver and his congratulations to his wife and himself and sit down on the bank, unable to stand.
“There is something wrong here,” said he, putting his hand to his anle. “But never mind, my dear,” looking up at her with a smile, “it could not have happened, you know, in a better place Good out of evil. The very thing perhaps to be wished for. We shall soon get relief. There, I fancy, lies my cure,” pointing to the neat-looking end of a cottage, which was seen romantically situated among wood on a high eminence at some little distance “Does not that promise to Be the very place?”
The first winter assembly in the town of D. in Surrey was to be held on Tuesday, October 13th and it was generally expected to be a very good one. A long list of county families was confidently run over as sure of attending, and sanguine hopes were entertained that the Osbornes themselves would be there. The Edwards’ invitation to the Watsons followed, of course. The Edwards were people of fortune, who lived in the town and kept their coach. The Watsons inhabited a village about three miles distant, were poor, and had no close carriage; and ever since there had been balls in the place, the former were accustomed to invite the latter to dress, dine, and sleep at their house on every monthly return throughout the winter. On the present occasion, as only two of Mr. Watson’s children were at home, and one was always necessary as companion to himself, for he was sickly and had lost his wife, one only could profit by the kindness of their friends. Miss Emma Watson, who was very recently returned to her family from the care of an aunt who had brought her up, was to make her first public appearance in the neighbourhood, and her eldest sister, whose delight in a ball was not lessened by a ten years’ enjoyment, had some merit in cheerfully undertaking to drive her and all her finery in the old chair to D. on the important morning.
As they splashed along the dirty lane, Miss Watson thus instructed and cautioned her inexperienced sister: —
O que quero aqui salientar, não como crítica pois acredito que a mesma acaba por destruir as obras privando-as de seu objetivo maior que é o entretenimento, é como Jane permanece atual, com uma narrativa que nos atinge como um “sopro de ar fresco”, tornando mais leve a nossa alma, nos entregando algo que merece ser delicadamente saboreado.