I'm about to begin a little Jane Austen project. I'm planning to reread her works, as well as listen to them on tape; not simultaneously but more or less in parallel. Then I'll watch the DVD. As I begin, I’m in awe of what Jane (note how I consider her a personal friend) accomplished in her rather short life. She didn’t have a computer, not even a simple one. Imagining how a computer might have simplified her writing, is a rather useless exercise. What is important is her intense desire to write.
I’m not certain why I’ve taken on this Jane Austen project, but it feels comforting. All of Jane's heroines were homebodies, which is what I am this fall for the first time in quite a few years. I’m not in Italy. I’m home writing, on my computer of course. Jane is my heroine.
(At the moment I am reading Sense and Sensibility on my Kindle. More simple than “The Modern Library” print copy.)