Friday, June 10, 2011

Miss Austen's Journal


Miss Austen has risen to stretch her legs and take a walk with Anne and whomever else would like to stroll. She has spent most of the day writing in a journal under the shade of an umbrella.

However during lunch, she conversed most animatedly with Captain Wentworth about the state of the British Navy.

A breeze swooshes through the picnic area and Miss Austen's journal flutters open.

Oh dear, if you lean over you would get a glimpse of this...

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by Syrie James
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Excerpt: from The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen

Why I feel the sudden urge to relate, in pen and ink, a relationship of the most personal nature which I have never before acknowledged, I cannot say. Perhaps it is this maddening illness which has been troubling me now and again of late—this cunning reminder of my own mortality—that compels me to make some record of what happened, to prevent that memory from vanishing into the recesses of my mind, and from there to disappear forever from history, as fleeting as a ghost in the mist.

Whatever the reason, I find that I must write it all down; for there may, I think, be speculation when I am gone. People may read what I have written, and wonder: how could this spinster, this woman who, to all appearances, never even courted—who never felt that wondrous connection of mind and spirit between a man and woman, which, inspired by friendship and affection, blooms into something deeper—how could she have had the temerity to write about the revered institutions of love and courtship, having never experienced them herself?

To those few friends and relations who, upon learning of my authorship, have dared to pose a similar question (although, I must admit, in a rather more genteel turn of phrase), I have given the self-same reply: "Is it not conceivable that an active mind and an observant eye and ear, combined with a vivid imagination, might produce a literary work of some merit and amusement, which may, in turn, evoke sentiments and feelings which resemble life itself?"

There is much truth in this observation. But there are many levels of veracity, are there not, between that truth which we reveal publicly and that which we silently acknowledge, in the privacy of our own thoughts, and perhaps to one or two of our most intimate acquaintances?

I did attempt to write of love—first, in jest, as a girl; then in a more serious vein, in my early twenties, though I had known only young love then; in consequence, those early works were of only passing merit. It was only years later that I met the man who would come to inspire the true depth of that emotion, and who would reawaken my voice, which had long laid dormant.

Of this gentleman—the one, true, great love in my life—I have, for good reason, vowed never to speak; indeed, it was agreed amongst the few close members of my family who knew him, that it was best for all concerned to keep the facts of that affair strictly to ourselves. In consequence, I have relegated my thoughts of him to the farthest reaches of my heart; banished for-ever—but not forgotten.

READ more of the excerpt of chapter one.

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Guest post created for captain wentworth's boating party event by Syrie James author of The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen
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