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Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Magic Lantern by Sasha Soren


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by Sasha Soren
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Having been apprised in a brief note that the delightful R.V.B. would be, in fact, late as usual, Georgiana Darcy took the time to enjoy another round of dancing, in anticipation that this charming guest would arrive by midnight. (See: The Fortune-Teller's Gift)

Midnight has very nearly arrived, and there's still not a word from- oh, but look! Another gilt-edged envelope, this time enclosing a note written in even greater haste.


Dearest Georgie:

Was very nearly going to arrive just in time for the final quadrille, but the most extraordinary thing has happened.

Having already informed you about the quaint and odd little curiosities shop, you of course know that some unusual personages flock there, for tea and music boxes and assortments of all manner of fanciful things.

You've had a diverting time with the fortune-telling cards, no doubt, but your present was meant to be a marvelous little shadow lantern, as it occurred to me that a phantasmagoria might be the very thing to delight the company, or, indeed, an able means of frightening some of them into departing, if they hadn't had the tact to realize that it's quite all right to arrive late, but quite another to keep one from one's beauty sleep at the appointed hour.

And so, in all respects, this seemed a most diverting gift, and in conversation with the proprietor of said shop, inquired if he'd had occasion to acquire by chance anything of the sort that might be equal to providing an eerie and fantastic show such as that by the enterprising gentleman, Paul Philidor, or Paul de Philipsthal, as he's known in London.

The reponse being in the affirmative, I wasted no time in having the cunning little instrument bundled up at once, and had just stopped in at home after the exciting events of last evening, to have the parcel taken along with us on the way to your delightful assembly.

Oh, but alas for curiosity, as had to have one glance at the lantern on the way, and in glancing at the lens, noticed that something unusual was taking place in the shifting shadows on the walls of the carriage.

Anyone sensible might have stopped the carriage and had the thing disposed of at once - but, to be frank, it had been an exceptionally tedious drive through the dark, and any diversion was welcome, even of the supernatural kind, as long as it were a wraith with some gift for conversation and a droll sense of humor. Such a companion, even of the incorporeal kind, must make any journey infinitely more agreeable.

A piece the lantern had unloosed itself, by accident, it seemed, and soon put it to rights with a flick of the wrist.

After the gear had been secured, happened upon a previously obscured dial with an engraving at the top, in appearance something like the four points of a compass.

Of course, as curiosity is the mysterious force that it is, in inquisitive people and cats...

No sooner had I peered through the lens to ascertain that all was well, but had the overriding desire to investigate the engraving at once. Well, wouldn't you? Anyone cursed with even moderate curiosity - and I was given more than a proportionate share of such at birth, directly - would find it impossible to resist pursuing an answer for an intriguing little mystery such as this. Of course you would. And so I did.

And, to report, now have the secret of the thing - why, it's not only a magic lantern in name, but in effect.

It has several little carved panels on the exterior, and have discovered a combination for at least half a dozen; all doorways into charming places, and with such parties as you yourself might very well know.

My dear, it's a sort of combination pretty thing and time machine and other things besides, as you will soon apprehend.

Oh, I think it will be very late before I arrive, and do hope there might be a few candied violets laid aside in case of emergency for a quick nibble, or chestnuts in cognac, or even a bit of gin-soaked tart - even if it's that Lady Mimsey, the one with such outlandish ideas on politics, religion and suitable evening attire. Transparent! Transparent as her frank and good-natured soul, it must be said, in all fairness.

...Has she arrived? We love her dearly, all the same, scandalous continental frocks and all. We have to be thrilled by a bit of excitment, somehow; bless her merry exhibitionist heart. Or - perhaps you've not met. Maybe later. In a few years. During the winter might be best.

Oh, but I haven't told you where I've been in the meantime. You'll be delighted with this marvelous toy. Only think, I've been to all manner of fanciful places and you shall enjoy them all. Have just included a few sketches for your perusal, but you'll see them all soon enough.

And R.V.B. was as good as his word, for contained in the packet were five little sketches, although of a somewhat unusual nature, for by the light of the flickering candles, they seemed to...come alive.

Just then, there were the sounds of a carriage approaching. A few moments later, R.V.B. arrived in leisurely fashion, fetchingly attired in a charming velvet tailcoat in a lovely dark blue and silk vest embroidered in citron and gold. A veritable waterfall of a silk cravat spilled over the lush colors, arranged just so.

His hat was tucked under his arm, but his hair was mussed...not at all. He might as well have been a living statue of David, who'd decided to hop down off his pedestal for the evening to attend a party. Having put something on first, one presumes, unless it was a rather extraordinary sort of party.


Shown above: Illustration, Regency-era fashion


Ah, yes, but, back to R.V.B. and his interesting gift...

'Georgie,' he said at once, offering her his arm, then ushering her into a quiet room adjoining the main hall, 'you must try this. But first, a quick tour of my journey. How many marvels within? Any that you could imagine...'

And, with a genial smile, he unwrapped the charming gift and placed it on the table. He turned the magic lantern to face the wall, so she could just see light dancing across the sturdy shelves of books. And then...oh! Georgie could but watch, her eyes wide with astonishment.


Aisha
- Based on Jane Austen's Emma
About: Chaos results after a wealthy woman decides to turn matchmaker for a naïve village belle. (IMDB)

R.V.B.: How very daring to go about in one's underclothes, must let Lady Mimsey know about this new style, as it's sure to be happy news that she can wander about London at last in naught but her underdrawers, with none to let fall a single scandalized syllable. There was an odd sort of storm near the end of my visit here, with all lightning and no thunder, or, indeed, any rain, and they had stairs that actually ran in place - a wonderful thing, however, as one is able to glide along all unrumpled with very little effort made at all, looking elegant all the while; am all for this marvelous invention and must make inquiries about acquiring one forthwith.


Clueless
- Based on Jane Austen's Emma
About: Teen movie parody centered around Cher, a popular high school girl who spends her days playing match-maker. (IMDB)

R.V.B.: They're very au courant as well, as concerns underclothes; perhaps they're from the next county over. How nice to ride in a horseless carriage, and it was unusual to see a young lady at the reins, but bravo for the bold and we made astonishing progress in just under a few minutes. I believe, were she at the reins, we might have traversed half of England in under an hour.

Another fashion for the ladies in this region is to adopt tailcoats; it's certain to become the thing next season. Everyone seemed to have lost all their ribbons or other ways of maintaining their hair in an elegant style - for the young ladies, anyway - although did chance to see a marvelous hat.


From Prada to Nada
- Based on Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility
About: Modern spin on Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility, where two spoiled sisters who have been left penniless after their father's sudden death are forced to move in with their estranged aunt in East Los Angeles, California. (IMDB)

R.V.B.: What a social whirl there was - and several romantic intrigues concerning the fellow who affects the style of a monk, which was an unusual choice but suited him quite well. All manner of horseless carriages, in many delightful styles. In dress, there is but the similarity of a pretty shawl for evening attire, but in all other manner of dress, it was largely a matter of individual taste.


Jane Austen in Manhattan
- Loosely based on fact that some of Jane Austen's early works still exist.
About: Two teachers vie for the right to stage a play written by Jane Austen when she was twelve years old. (IMDB)

R.V.B.: The theatre, what an enduring place of enchantment. Oh, and what drama to enjoy, on the stage - and offstage. Some of the attire agreeable and in this season's fashion, some of it exotic and unusual. What a delightful instrument they have in this particular county - a large box with a wire within, with which you can have a conversation with anyone, it seems, for the price of a small coin. They've also a sort of cooking stove, wherein the flint is struck with the turn of a handle, enabling a flame to be lit without means of matches.


Kandukondein Kandukondein
- Based on Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility
About: Adaptation of Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility, focusing on two sisters of opposing temperaments.

R.V.B.: Quite a forward and enterprising young fellow. No waiting about for him, waiting to be introduced. Well done, one must admire energy and dashing resoluteness in others who like that sort of thing. It wouldn't be for me, rushing about in the rain - in fact, for most of this particular journey, was at a nearby great house, resting by the fire with my feet on a comfortable ottoman, idly browsing a book of poetry. There are more effective means of making oneself agreeable to young ladies than flinging oneself into accommodating ponds - although, of course, variety is everything.


Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dawn of the Dreadfuls
- Based on Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Satirical.
About: Trailer shown is a book trailer, although a movie based on the book is reportedly in development, slated for release in 2013.

R.V.B.: Only imagine what all that dreadful mess would do to my divine new waistcoat and silk cravat. Oh, dear. One did not wish to linger. And one did not.

'Oh!,' Georgina cried suddenly, 'dearest R.V.B., that's most-'

She looked to the left, then the right. Where had he gone?

'Never fear,' came a voice from very far away. 'I've just discovered another gate combination - and a most diverting party.'

'Oh! Please do come back - you'll be late for the Scotch reel, and I've requested it especially, as I know it amuses you and you enjoy its liveliness so.'

'Scotch reel? Forgive the impertinence, but the Scotch reel might as well be a picture book on a shelf, in comparision to this.'

'But where are you?'

'I can hardly say,' came his voice, from somewhere within the floating motes of dust dancing between the light and the dark. 'But you simply must have this jaunty song at the close of the ball. You needn't be concerned,' he continued, slightly out of breath, 'I'll return just in time for a final quadrille or cotillion or waltz or anything you like - just as soon as I've a moment to restore my cravat, as it's come undone in a most spectacular manner. It would be discourteous not to enjoy some more of this excellent rum punch, as well. Hmmm, yes. And maybe a little rest on a divan, behind a pillar. I rather think there was one...'

The voice wavered as a breeze from the half-open windows swept through the room, disturbing the play of light, but R.V.B. was presently back again, this time sounding even more effervescent than usual.

'Georgie! Do take one dance, and we'll return to the ball and you can dance an entire night of Scotch reels. Only do hurry, as a new dance is about to begin, and this looks quite the most promising of all.'

And, without so much as one hesitant glance behind her, Georgie tapped upon the compass, peered into the lens and away she went.

Do not be concerned, gentle reader, for both will return safe and sound from their brief adventure, if a bit winded.

But who can say but that next season, there won't be a new dance introduced, one more lively than any of those formerly enjoyed at Pemberley.

We can say that it is the new fashion, and can call this new dance, if introduced next season...oh, anything you will.

And the steps? As your heart moves you. Cynical though he is, R.V.B. would surely approve the sentiment, even if only concurring based on the principle of frivolity and light-heartedness above all things.

For the guests who've assembled behind the French windows and imagine that their half-whispers of 'Shhhhh' and 'Do be quiet, Percival' have not been overheard by our two travelers - come, now.

As long as you're here, you're invited as well. Let us have one round of this new fashion of dancing, before we return to refresh ourselves with some ratafia, before enjoying the next English country dance or La Boulangère or someone fainting in a corner from all the excitement or a fit of nerves, having possibly seen that Lady Mimsey has been accidentally invited, after all, and gotten a glimpse of what she's (not) wearing.

And so the jolly round continues.

Ah. But, yes. First. A brief diversion. No pushing and crowding, please, and kindly elect but one person to tap upon the compass, for that's all that's required, as the party is evidently traveling ensemble. If anyone has forgotten to remember to take their fan with them, all we can say is that's what you get for spontaneous inquisitiveness and you'll just have to do without until you're able to return.

Ready? Even if not - one...two...and THREE!


Bride and Prejudice
- Based on Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice
About: Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice gets a Bollywood treatment. (IMDB)
Lyrics: English | Spanish

Notes on this feature: We hope you've gotten a smile out of some of the more offbeat or quirky takes on Jane Austen classics. There are, of course, dozens of film and TV productions based on Austen's works, so we thought we'd share some of the more unusual suspects - those that aren't period dramas or immediately identifiable as Austen stories or satires, until you realize - hey, now, just a second...

There are titles we haven't had room to cover here, such as A Modern Pride and Prejudice, Lost in Austen or even Jane Austen Handheld or any films speculating on various Austenian concerns such as her somewhat enigmatic romantic life, but please feel free to search for both offbeat or more traditional Jane Austen films here, here, and here.

If you're participating in character, please feel free to leave your own Regency-era observations on the strange new worlds depicted in some of the modern takes on Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility and Emma.

Or just feel free to leave a comment below, out of character, just sharing which of the seven alternate Austen worlds you'd be most likely to visit and why.

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Guest post created for Pemberley Ball event by Sasha Soren, author of Random Magic
© 2011. All rights reserved.


Shown above: Trailer for Random Magic

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Yes, you will meet R.V.B. in the pages of Random Magic, although he's only briefly seen. Perhaps he's busy slipping out of the pages to entertain himself...in our world. One never knows.

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Thursday, November 17, 2011

The Fortune-Teller's Gift by Sasha Soren


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Our dear R.V.B. occasionally slips from the pages of Random Magic to see a bit of the world and entertain himself (and us) with tales of various escapades that come about due to...curiosity, mainly.

We first met the infamous R.V.B. (Red Velvet Blazer) in the pages of Random Magic. Then again at last season's Pemberley Ball, where he spent a delightful time, having slipped from the pages of Random Magic to come and enjoy a tray of delicacies and a bit of light drama.

For Random Magic: Winterlong and Dandies and Delectables, he slipped out from between the pages once more to have a bit of fun - because who wouldn't?

The last time he apprised us of his further adventures, he'd gotten himself carried off by pirates, and all we can add on that score is that no one deserved their horrid fate less than that crew of rapscallions - although R.V.B. was ever so obliging, it might be said fairly, by anyone not directly involved with the incident. (A Dandy in Distress: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Perhaps you have apprehensions that R.V.B. would find nothing much in the way of outlandish goings-on to be involved in, in connection with a sedate party for Georgiana Darcy, a charming young lady of but 16.

Trouble yourself no more on that account, as R.V.B. is as prone to glide gaily into the most preposterous adventures as he is to being the most elegantly attired gentleman - with the most divine profile - in any room.

And, so, never fear - he's gotten himself into yet another interesting predicament to be retold over cognac in the library after dinner.

Alas, for he will miss the excellent sweet and savory pastries and tarts and tidbits that one anticipates will soon bedeck a legion of elegant silver trays.

But he's courteously sent a note ahead for Georgiana, by way of the pet monkey of that celebrated and eccentric lady, Countess Bijou. By coach.

And here we have this curious missive, which Georgiana had occasion to share in a quiet corner with the genial, if sharp-tongued Elizabeth Bennet:


Dearest Georgie:

Delighted to attend your charming soirée, although have some anticipation of being delayed by a deliciously improbable story and can't bear to leave without being in at the finish of it to find out what happens.

If not invited to enjoy a weekend away as a guest of the Crown at the local watering spot for detained gentlemen, will arrive with the last course and just in time to ascertain whether or not Lady Prunella should have worn that dress or left it on a curtain rod where it more properly belongs.


In the meantime, as I know you're always fond of pretty things and puzzles - a diversion!

Have discovered a marvelous little shop of assorted oddities, and, do you know, one afternoon, while perusing lacquered music boxes as a surprise gift for myself on my next gloomy rainy day - an unanticipated bit of cheer, you understand, and shall be delighted to receive such a delightful surprise and in such exquisite taste - what do you suppose might have happened?

No, afternoon tea wasn't delayed at all, as we just had all the music boxes swaddled up and sent 'round, to be looked at after a light repast and and a leisurely catnap.

But this curious thing has happened; do you know, there was a woman introduced us as a friend of the mad little proprietor, of most curious and piquant appearance and dress, although her manners were just what one might desire in any charming sort of passer-by, even one who hoves aloft a parasol in a shop when there isn't a trace of rain. Or sun. Or weather of any kind.

Of course, it wasn't the parasol at all which gave one pause, but the dancing. One was very nearly more than indifferently concerned about the fate of the nearby row of porcelain monkeys all wearing little jewelled top hats.

Belatedly, one is at a loss for the concern and might just as well have let fate go its merry way.

Ah, but to continue...

Evidently, we'd had occasion to accidentally reunite this picturesque person with her long-lost daughter. Or perhaps it was a niece. Or possibly an aunt of the youngish variety.

At any rate, this misplaced object of affection is now an opera singer. Had extended the courtesy of the use of an opera box to her, last season. The piquant lady, not the daughter or niece or youngish aunt whom she'd so thoughtlessly misplaced.

Well, the opera, of course, is an excellent place to display oneself for the enjoyment of others. It's such a lovely evening out, as well, when one misses the first act and arrives late, perfectly in time for the exciting third act, at the end of which there's no one left on stage except for those who've perished decoratively.

She, on the other hand - the lady not the mysterious personage - is a devoted practitioner of that melodious art, although now retired from the stage, mainly. And this was all divulged to me in this little shop, although in fact we'd met before.

You see, having been introduced at a charming tea at Lady I've-Forgotten-Her-Name's, I felt as if someone might use the box so that the first and second acts - and third acts, as do enjoy a late dinner - might edify someone, if not myself, and so that's how that came about.

And had totally forgotten all about it! Yes, forgotten all about her, even considering her inclination for bursts of theatricality, dear girl, because of course I'd be the very last to take exception, or, indeed, to notice, if the subject hadn't been about something memorable like this season's most fashionable cut in tailcoats, or myself.

But what a commotion ensued upon the discovery that the chorus singer in the second act was none other than- oh, of course you've not been told the particulars of the story, being of a somewhat tender age. What a delightful bit of happenstance, however; in all respects it was an ending nearly better than fiction.

No matter, this is not that story.

This story concerns the fact that one of her mild eccentricities, evidently, is a love of charades and a gift for reading tea leaves. How exotic, you might say. But such a pleasant pasttime it turns out to be.

She's made me the gift of a basket of splendid things, in appreciation, and with them arrived the most extraordinary box of playing cards, which I lend you for the evening, as they're quite charming and sure to amuse you.

They will be the happy means by which to divert you and your company until I - or some accommodating ally of Hermes - may be at leisure to arrive with your gift.

What must be done is quite simple, simply lay the cards upon a table in a quiet room and ask them to tell you your fortune. And, do you know, they will!

Regrettably, didn't think to ask them if I should or should not have accepted the invitation to attend a masked ball with some good fellows in, of course, masks, and this accounts for the current contretemps of having to explain a smashed shop window and a good number of jewels which were no doubt borrowed with nothing but the best of intentions.

Dearest Georgie, what an adventure we've had! Why, I've missed a lovely tea and three fittings amid all the delirium and excitement. I shall, however, regrettably be delayed.

So, these cards shall have to amuse you until I have a moment to climb out this window. Won't they be surprised.

Or I might save myself the bother. It shall all come out well in the end, as the jewels are paste, as any fool could ascertain in a moment.

À tout à l'heure!

And there, nested in the box, were a set of vivid and pretty playing cards of an unusual kind. As for whether or not they might have the gift of telling fortunes, well, we shall see.

Here we have five cards, such as were selected, and Georgie's amiable guests are invited to partake in a game of chance. Will or will not one of these cards tell the story of Georgiana, Elizabeth Bennet, and Georgie's estimable brother, Mr. F. Darcy? Who can say...

You're welcome, of course, as an esteemed guest at Pemberley Ball, to try your own hand at picking one of the five - and seeing what they reveal for you.

Is the story of Georgiana, Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy contained therein? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

But in any case, we must have a rest before La Boulangère begins in earnest, and so all are welcome to see what - if anything - the cards will tell them...

Postscript: Dearest R.V.B. has extricated himself from the latest remarkable situation, and might very well arrive just in time to be fashionably late.

And won't that be lovely, as he'll have Georgie's 'real' present in tow, wrapped in velvet and silk and beautified to perfection with an exquisitely rendered bow, as R.V.B. has always had a natural gift for tangling and untangling knots,
cravats - and life. Bien sûr que oui, gentle friends. Bien sûr que oui.

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Guest post created for Pemberley Ball event by Sasha Soren, author of Random Magic
© 2011. All rights reserved.


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More about Random Magic can be found below, feel free to browse.

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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Review from rvb: The Humming Room by Ellen Potter


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The Humming Room
by Ellen Potter

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Release date: February 28, 2012
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
Genre: Fantasy, YA
Paperback: 192 pages

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Hiding is Roo Fanshaw's special skill. Living in a frighteningly unstable family, she often needs to disappear at a moment's notice. When her parents are murdered, it's her special hiding place under the trailer that saves her life.

As it turns out, Roo, much to her surprise, has a wealthy if eccentric uncle, who has agreed to take her into his home on Cough Rock Island. Once a tuberculosis sanitarium for children of the rich, the strange house is teeming with ghost stories and secrets. Roo doesn't believe in ghosts or fairy stories, but what are those eerie noises she keeps hearing? And who is that strange wild boy who lives on the river? People are lying to her, and Roo becomes determined to find the truth.

Despite the best efforts of her uncle's assistants, Roo discovers the house's hidden room--a garden with a tragic secret.

Inspired by The Secret Garden, this tale full of unusual characters and mysterious secrets is a story that only Ellen Potter could write.


rvb's review:
Besides the few grammatical mistakes and sentence confusions, the plot was wonderful!

It reminded me so much of The Secret Garden because it put me in that mysterious mood.

Roo is a very wonderful character. Her personality at first makes me feel like she's just some rotten child who you could never imagine would change, but as she grows in the book, she becomes very likable.

The idea that Cough Rock was an island on a river seemed strange. I could imagine the island on a small sea. Perhaps it is better for it to be on a river, since Jack is the one who makes the river actually seem like a river.

Anyways, the book was mysterious and captivating. For some reason, when I first picked it up, I was doubtful I would finish it, but it seemed to hold me in place.

--rvb
Not quite a person
Not quite a thing
In fact, not quite anything at all
Yet everything at once.


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