Thursday, October 13, 2011

Finishing Emma

I finally finished Emma and I have to say that in the end, despite my dubiousness and reluctance, she won me over, as she must have so many others.  Her serious, honest, and rather unflinching reflection and personal reform reached me as her so-called charity and charms could not.  And, I admit, like so many others, I have a decided soft-spot for Jane Austen’s leading men.  Mr. Darcy is, of course, my favorite, but Mr. George Knightley runs a very close second (particularly if I envision him as he was portrayed by Jeremy Northam, though I am eager to see Jonny Lee Miller’s version of Mr. Knightley as he cut quite a fine figure as Edmund Bertram in the film version of Mansfield Park).
He's just swoon-worthy as the
stern but affectionate (and oh-
so-correct) Mr. Knightley...
As I said in my earlier posts, I didn’t like Emma for the majority of the novel.  This doesn’t mean, however, that I disliked the novel as a whole; in fact, the language was beautiful and Austen did an accurate job creating a small, rural community with its quirks and its charming characters.  But I was overwhelmingly repelled by Emma herself, as Austen intended us to be.  When she created Emma, Austen created a character that no one but she herself would truly like.  I so disliked Emma as a character that I found it hard to invest myself entirely in the novel, unlike my experiences with previous novels.  In the last quarter of the novel, though, Emma reforms.  In a moment of childish insensitivity, she insults an old friend and, upon receiving harsh criticism from Mr. Knightley, examines her actions and attitudes and vows to change.  After she reforms Emma becomes a likeable character.  Her honest reflection forces her to admit her own shortcomings and petty actions and she begins to redeem herself.  
Up to this point in the novel, I found myself preferring the various film adaptations of the story because Emma was more likeable and the story flowed better; after her reform, though, the entire novel gets better than any film adaptation.  Emma finally moves beyond her petty jealousy of Jane Fairfax and the two form a friendship, a relationship upon which none of the adaptations elaborate.  Jane Fairfax on the whole becomes a much better developed character on the page than she does as a living, breathing human being on screen.  Furthermore, the reader gets a better explanation and justification of Frank Churchill’s actions than the films offer.  Frank was a character whom, like Emma, I found it hard to like; ultimately, though, he drops his artifice to reveal his true character.  By embracing his faults and seeking redemption from those he loves, Frank becomes a better man and a much more likeable character.  I appreciated this effort by Austen, and I found the climax and denouement much more gratifying than the previous three-quarters of the novel. 
I'd say I wonder what Emma would be
like were she to live in the present,
but I honestly think she would be
something very close to Clueless' Cher
While I appreciated the other characters and the caricatures of English society they represented, in the end I am most intrigued by Emma as a character.  Throughout most of the novel, Emma’s one redeeming quality is her loyalty to those she loves, particularly her ever-suffering father.  The unwavering attention to Mr. Woodhouse’s pains and worries would be a credit to any person, but particularly to the spoiled and self-centered Emma.  Emma is so devoted to her father’s care that she decides herself against marriage because it would take her away from her father’s house and would cause him daily distress.  
More than Emma’s loyalty to her father, though, I find her attitude towards her station in life fascinating.  Unlike the Bennett sisters of Pride & Prejudice, Emma does not need to marry to secure her station in life.  She flirts with the idea of falling in love with Frank Churchill, but it is more from a childish desire for romance and intrigue than a genuine desire for love and comfort in the future.  Emma did not feel the same pressures that Austen’s other female characters would have encountered.  This level of comfort, in fact, is what defines Emma is crucial aspects because it allows her to spend her days in relative ease and, because she did not paint or sing or play music particularly well, Emma constantly finds herself bored.  She tries to compensate for this by involving herself with charity work, visiting the less fortunate families in the neighborhood, but charity work can only distract one so far.  This boredom is what induces Emma to take an interest in Harriet Smith.  Austen refers to this boredom offhand, referring to Emma’s moods being dictated by inclement weather and her restlessness at being cooped up inside, clearly not intending for this to be a dominant facet of the story.  Emma would have been a much different character, though, had she been born in a different class or as part of a later generation.  Had she been born to a lower class, Emma’s time would have been consumed with housekeeping, or working to better herself so that she could become a governess.  Had she been born a few generations later, she could have become an educated Bluestocking or a suffragette or other reformer and doer of good deeds.  But as she was born into the gentry during the reign of King George III, she was doomed to a life of constantly visiting the same few families and bestowing her attentions on those she deems worthy.  

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Letters to Home, Week Two

Day 5, Tuesday, September 27: 
Finished The Game today.  Am left with a strong desire to dress in a silken sari, drink chai tea, and eat red curry, butter chicken, and some garlic naan.  Also feeling the need to read Kipling’s Kim now.  Maybe after I finish my book project.

Fall colors are starting to appear in Eugene
Day 7, Thursday, September 29: 
My manager “introduced” me to “Into the Mystic.”  I got the distinct impression that he thought I’d never heard of Van Morrison.  It was so hilarious that I just let it slide while I giggled to myself.  Spent my last half hour listening to a Van Morrison play list that I made, pretending that instead of sitting at my desk in the office, that I was stretched out in our old living room on that horrid green carpet, the sun shining through the windows, and Van playing over the stereo.  The music made me feel almost as if I would open my eyes and see you come around the corner, mom with a cup of tea and Ralphie with some alternative (possibly rude) lyrics in mind.

Day 9, Saturday, October 1: 
I had so much hair that we had to put it into two ponytails
to cut it for donation
Met Martha for brunch this morning.  We went to a very Eugene café and had the most delightful Orange/Mango/Peach mimosas, I was rather tipsy after just one!  Then we went down the street to the salon for my hair cut.  We cut 10 ½ inches for donation, and after trimming and evening out the cut, my hair is just below chin length.  It swishes when I shake my head, and is short enough for a shampoo Mohawk, which I love.  It’s a pretty liberating cut, so far at least.

Day 10, Sunday, October 2: 
Watched the Hollywood version of Emma last night.  I was left with the following impressions: 

  • Jeremy Northam was born to play characters like Mr. Knightly.  When I read Emma, I picture someone exactly like Northam, handsome but not devastatingly so (he’s not exactly Colin Firth/Mr. Darcy here), but elegant and a true gentleman with a stern look and a dashing air.  Didn’t love Gwenyth Paltrow as Emma, I felt that Romola Garai was a much better Emma, but Jeremy Northam was perfect.  Also, Toni Collette as Harriet Smith: Genius.
  • I am right thus far with my impressions--Emma is much more likeable in the films than in the novel.  In the film, we aren’t really privy to her every thought and judgment, as we are in the novel, and this leaves her as a much nicer and likeable character.  Am hoping her personal growth in this last quarter of the novel leaves me with a better impression.
  • As much as I love him, I absolutely detested Ewan McGregor as Frank Churchill, though I am unsure if this is because I so very much dislike Frank as a character or because McGregor’s wig was truly terrible.