& Moira Bianchi: maio 2019

quinta-feira, 30 de maio de 2019

9 ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously - chapter 8 _ PART I

hi, there.
I'm back!
Long time since the last update, but now I'll post regularly until the end, as promised.

The story is complete! 

Quite lovely, surely will bring smiles and giggles to you. Wait many more rides to come, a few turns and forks in the road. Happy endings coming Bertha's way.

How about regular Wednesday posts till the end? Sounds good?
Here we go!

Nine ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously
WIP, modern (mostly), adult (you know me...), fun, fluff, heart healing stuff.
read chapter 7- part III

V- Que sera, sera _ PART I

Bertha couldn’t shake the feeling of remorse brought by Lottie’s scolding. Her parents’ house back porch door banged behind her, she winced and her shoulders fell to her feet with a realization: the feeling was the same that carried her through the teenage years. Disapproval mixed with remorse.

Janet was the best daughter, had the best grades in school, better friends, the perfect boyfriend in Chuck, the loveliest summer jobs, was always their mom’s best gal. Bertha was, well, just the other daughter. She had her father’s attention, his books and wit discussing literature; had good grades in school if the subject allowed outside-the-box answers. 

Unspoken law decided that Janet was the girly, Bertha was the practical; the older one was a sleek Merc cabriole while the younger was a sturdy Hummer. 

Remorse was a companion feeling, like it was her fault for not choosing to be as close to her mom as her sister. Because of that, her bond to her father thickened and in response, she grew a little farther from her mother. An impossible conundrum, it was.

‘Maybe belladama can find me an answer.’ Bertha whispered to herself as she walked the few blocks down Almond Lane Street to her sister’s house, not far from her parents’. ‘But Lottie doesn’t want me close…’ She shook her head.

Janet’s home was busy even in the middle of the night, it was a place that even the best physicists in the nation couldn’t explain. A loving couple, three kids, a small dog and a guinea pig, seven souls constantly restless. During a visit from the auntie who was never with them, it was mayhem!

Several minutes were spent going over the toys’ vault when Bertha sat on the floor and nodded smiling as each kid showed her the objects, explained how it worked and how much fun it brought. Then she lost a few videogame soccer matches and operated the LOL dollhouse lifts. Only then could she find her sister to chat and maybe, maybe, talk about their fashion brand.

But, as she arrived at the kitchen, her smile fueled by the kids’ enthusiasm with her presence, frustration took over. Then remorse returned. Janet was on the phone with their mother, talking happily showing great intimacy, laughing at what seemed like inside jokes. The call took long enough for Bertha to have two cups of her sister’s lame coffee.

‘Mom is loving it there at the spa!’ Janet smiled hanging up. 
‘She told me expensive hotel at the beach with Rotary Club friends. Even Aunt Pippa is there.’ 

‘Loving it! Hot tubs, pleasure walks, massages, parties! They will be staying an extra day.’ Janet opened the fridge to choose what to cook for the family’s next meal. ‘Will you stay to eat with us?’


‘We could have…’ She opened and closed the fridge doors considering her options. ‘Chicken casserole? Chilli… Too spicy for the kids, they’d need mac and cheese. Or pork chops.’

‘I’d like to take a run later; could we have something light? Meatloaf and mashed potatoes?’

‘Too easy.’ Janet shook her head. ‘That’s food for the days Chuck is out of town.’ Her attention was directed to the cabinet where she inspected cans. ‘Pork chops with heavy gravy it’ll be. How about pecan pie afterwards?’

Bertha raised her brows. ‘Can you cook all this in an hour? Wow!’
‘I have one frozen!’ Janet chuckled. ‘Mom always takes care of this for me. She fills my unexpected visits’ stock one or twice a month.’

‘Ah!’ Nails thumping on the kitchen table in rhythm for a while. ‘You know what, I’ll take that run before eating.’

‘You do that.’ Janet nodded. ‘You look good, sis! Better spend calories before consuming a few more. Call me when you step out of the shower.’

As she walked back to her parents, a doubt looped in her mind: did her sister dismiss her or did Bertha find the perfect excuse to escape Janet?

She did take the run, but the accelerated breathing and sore muscles didn’t help this time. Her feelings were jumbled. Bertha opened the fridge to fetch a bottle of water and, out of wicked curiosity, searched the freezer. Yep, the same unexpected visits’ stock Janet had. Slightly fancy desserts, the kind she sold as daily coffee sides, some the coffee shop had even discontinued to update the menu. A Mexican dinner party, carbonara sauce, sea food for a paella. How petty would be to have some of that instead of the frozen soup? 

A wicked smile and the bag of sea food was left in the kitchen sink waiting to be mixed with eggs in a healthy frittata when Bertha left the shower. 

After the shower, remorse and guilt mixed in her, she rested the sea food bag inside the fridge to defrost slowly while she mechanically took an instant soup while the belladama tea simmered and she thought what to say to her sister to bail out of the meal at her place.

Jane’s mansion was immense, the heart of a lovely northern estate that felt the change of the seasons in its rich vegetation. Bright green summers, caramel autumns, white winters and colorful springs as that one when Lizzy walked the gardens slowly, a long leaf between her fingers to keep them occupied and her mind distracted.

regency reader
Watched from afar, she seemed in perfect harmony with the greenery. Were she a goddess, she’d be a nymph, Dryades the woodnymph of trees and forests. The simple light dress, the dark spencer and frilly straw bonnet complimented her serene beauty, allowed one the rewarding pleasure of watching her assured steady pace.

If one had peace of mind to ogle the handsome nymph lurking the woods. But the price to pay was high and a true gentleman was obliged to honor such debt. 

‘Does she linger in her walks, Mrs. Bennet?’ Georgiana Darcy asked in her small voice. ‘I had a wish to be acquainted with her.’ A blush. ‘If this shall please Miss Bennet.’

‘Of course it will, my dear! I will send for Elizabeth at this moment. She has this silly idea of touring the grounds instead of being of aid for Jane and the new baby.’ Mrs. Bennet pulled the cord to summon a maid. ‘At home she does the same, I have to keep reminding her of how much her sisters need the help of a spinster.’

Georgiana averted her eyes from the old lady to her brother as he momentarily turned from the window to frown at the woman. ‘Spinster, Mrs. Bennet?’

‘My other daughters are all married.’ She twisted her hand in the air. ‘All but married. By accepting dear Charles, Jane let good marital luck enter Longbourn, that’s our estate, you know. My third daughter Mary and my youngest, Lydia, are already happily married. Kitty is engaged, she’s my second youngest. Only Elizabeth insists on being single.’ Mrs. Bennet clicked her tongue. ‘A spinster, that’s what she is.’

‘I had the thought Miss Bennet was of an age close to mine.’ Georgiana blinked trying to catch her brother’s gaze, but he again faced the window. ‘Not more than two decades of life?’

‘She is on the verge of crossing that line, my girl. In two weeks she will be a woman of one and twenty with a terrible attitude.’

The door opened and no one turned to greet the lord of the manor because they expected the summoned servant. ‘There are plenty of gentleman fighting for Lizzy’s attention, mother, I keep reminding you.’

‘Oh, Charles!’ Mrs. Bennet held her bosom. ‘You surprise us!’
Darcy turned from the window, face in a frown.

‘Couldn’t if I tried, I am too big and my happiness proceeds me.’ Bingley smiled, bowed to Georgiana and walked to Darcy offering his hand. ‘My lady and my princess sleep peacefully.’ 

‘Good Gracious.’

‘Congratulations, my friend.’ Darcy shook hands and shared a small smile with Bingley. ‘We delayed our visit to respect Mrs. Bingley’s health but I understand that we arrived in an unfortunate moment.’
‘Not at all!’ Bingley chuckled. ‘Jane rests because little Charlotte has her auntie Lizzy habit of reading the night long. They spent a good part of the evening contemplating the enchantments of a Lady’s Magazine.’

Georgiana giggled in her hands, Mrs. Bennet snorted.

‘It is never too early to educate a lady, it seems.’ Darcy pressed his eyes.

‘Exactly what Lizzy explained to me this morning!’ Bingley pointed a finger at Darcy. ‘Has she already discussed my daughter’s accomplishments with you?’

Darcy shook his head. The others could have heard him grumble ‘I am still to have this pleasure’ if Mrs. Bennet hadn’t spoken first.

‘Elizabeth should aid her sister by ruling the household, not spoiling an infant. This silly child confronts me in all possible methods. Last night I ordered the nurse to bring a pap of bread and goat milk, but she insisted Jane could care for the infant.’ A noise similar to an animalistic groan came from the woman. ‘She was nurtured with the mush of bread and water, but the head strong thinks she knows more than me who raised five, five daughters.’

‘The infant, did she take to her mother?’ Georgiana asked in a deep blush leaning closer to Mrs. Bennet. ‘Did Mrs. Bingley manage to, to…’ Several blinks. ‘Nurse the child?’

‘Yes.’ A sniff. ‘Between the three of them, they spent the night quietly. The first since we arrived days ago.’

‘This must be a joy.’ The rich girl smiled. ‘Aunt and niece must really have made a friendship.’

‘Friend to little Charlotte, huh! She tried to protest when Jane decided to honor her husband when baptizing her daughter. Probably is ashamed of the name, and she should be!’

‘Mother, amuse Miss Darcy with tales of my princess’ prodigies.’ Bingley forced a sad smile. ‘The moment she gurgles when we call her name, for example?’

‘I could but Miss Darcy has better to see the infant angel when she awakes.’ She dismissed the comment. ‘Such a lovely countenance in that handsome baby, you shall see.’ 

‘I long to, mam.’ The girl smiled. ‘But I am confused, for the late Princess Charlotte is a figure I much admire. Why would Miss Bennet feel ashamed of such a handsome name?’

‘Ah, that is a thorn in my side and that child, my second eldest, will forever vex the land wherein I dwell.’ The woman vociferated.

‘Oh, no, mamma, using the Holy Bible to complain about me again?’ Lizzy shook her head while taking off her bonnet and only realized the visitors when she raised her eyes with a hand fixing the loosen locks of her coiffeur. 

‘Miss Bennet.’ Darcy bowed immediately. It helped because lowering his face he could disguise his response to her proximity. ‘I hope you fair well.’

She curtseyed. ‘Yes, thank you, Mr. Darcy.’

‘I’m glad you remember, miss. It has been more than a year since I visited Merryton.’

‘My brothers talk freely about you, sir, albeit in much different forms.’ She kept her serenity although her temperature rose a slight degree. Was the man so handsome when she last saw him?

Darcy’s face hardened. What was close to a smile in his lips returned to a thin line. ‘By your brothers you mean husbands of your sisters, ones you have close acquaintance.’

‘Jane, Mrs. Bingley, yes, as much as the distance between her estate and Longbourn allow. We do exchange letters whenever possible. Lydia, Mrs. Wickham, I cannot say the same, she abhors long letters and the life of an officer’s wife doesn’t bring much allure to me.’

‘Because she would have too many options of husbands, that is why.’ Mrs. Bennet grumbled.

‘Allow me to introduce my sister to you.’ Darcy cut the older woman distracting them from the subject. ‘Georgiana, this is the Miss Bennet I told you about.’

‘I can only hope your brother gave you a very pretty notion of me!’ Lizzy exchanged curtseys with Georgiana. ‘We scarcely met besides my stay in Netherfield with my sister as she recovered from an illness.’

‘We danced, Miss Bennet.’ Darcy reminded her. ‘And spent evenings in social occasions more than once.’

‘Was I tolerable enough a partner, sir?’

Darcy’s breath caught, eyes locked in hers.

‘Oh, I can only believe you were a superb partner. Fitzwilliam rarely dances in balls or dinners. If he made you the honors, you must exceed in the art, Miss Bennet!’ Georgiana smiled.

‘I did try my best.’ She turned a sassy smile from the brother to the girl. ‘You see, he was mostly standing although gentlemen were scarce and more than one lady sat for several dances.’

‘Fitzwilliam…’ Georgiana sighed. ‘He could try more, Miss Bennet, I encourage him to; but my brother lacks the talent of conversing easily.’

‘Especially with those I have never seen before.’ Darcy continued. ‘As in your society.’

‘A small society, if I recall what he said.’ Lizzy looked at her mother. ‘Was it not what he said, mamma?’

‘Yes, yes. He accused us of having a confined society.’ Mrs. Bennet nodded. ‘And you reinforced his words by allowing traitor Charlotte Lucas to rob our living. There she went to Kent as Mrs. Collins, future heir of Longbourn, while you stayed single.’

‘Mamma…’ Lizzy lowered her gaze, face colored.

‘You asked why did she dislike Princess Charlotte, my dear, and this is why. She avoids the name of the woman she let steal her fiancé.’

‘I did not.’ Lizzy shook her head. ‘And we do not need to annoy Charles’ friends with this business.’ She swallowed forcefully. ‘Have you come to lay eyes on the most handsome child ever born in this land?’ A smile.

‘Yes!’ Georgiana smiled back chuckling at the manner the aunt described the baby. 

‘He proposed to you, and what did you do?’ Mrs. Bennet adjusted her cap over her hair, irate frown on her eyes. ‘What did she do, Charles?’

‘She chose to choose for her own, mother.’

‘No, no!’ She shook her finger. ‘She chose to be a stranger to one of her parents, me, the one she threw on the arms of starvation when my husband fails. I warned her the perils of letting the cousin set to inherit Mr. Bennet’s estate go, she behaved as an ungrateful child and refused Mr. Collins.’

Lizzy sat on a nearby couch and sighed. 

‘My aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourg, has a parson with that name, mam. I believe I met him in Netherfield. Could this be the same man?’ Darcy controlled his face not to show his disgust.

‘And he did marry in the previous year. I remember my aunt talking about the new Mrs. Collins.’ Georgiana said. ‘And about another union she helped, the first marriage her parson proclaimed.’

‘That was my daughter Mary, just last Easter!’ Mrs. Bennet clapped happily. ‘When visiting the Collinses, she met his deacon and accepted my advice to marry a man of the church. Lizzy was the one invited to visit Kent, but shame forbade her. Imagine visiting the home that was supposed to be hers!’ 

‘An unhappy alternative indeed…’ Lizzy grumbled. 

‘Very unfortunate.’ Darcy nodded.

Only then did she notice that he stood closer to her than to his sister. With her face turned up, she stared at him as he used to stare at her when in Meryton.

‘I was in Kent last Easter.’

Lizzy considered what could be done with that unrequired information of his.

‘No one informed me that instead of your sister, you could have been there.’

She blinked. Mary never mentioned one single ball, only two very dull visits to the mansion for tea. Did the handsome man hope to have a chance to slight her once more? Lizzy was starting to loath the man from the North. ‘I couldn’t, sir. My relations with Mrs. Collins are scarce.’

‘Did she insult you in any manner?’ He hardened his voice. ‘Was she influenced by my aunt, Lady Catherine?’

‘I couldn’t say. We are estranged.’

He nodded, clasped his hands behind his back, frowned.

She frowned as well, intrigued by his concern. However, before she could make something of such an odd reaction, his sister called her attention asking about mother and baby.

Lizzy gushed about the pretty child, how well she adapts to the world but showed a small concern for her sister’s low fever. ‘I’m sure it is due to the lack of rest; little Charlotte is proving to have a preference for owls!’

‘Maybe I could draw her a few birds, then. In a box for her baby trinkets or a chest for toys? Fitzwilliam is yet to purchase a gift for little Charlotte.’

‘What a lovely gift.’ Mrs. Bennet answered in a weak smile.
‘Oh, Jane would certainly love a box painted by you, Miss Darcy!’ Lizzy smiled. ‘Wouldn’t she, Charles?’ Silence. ‘Charles?’ The three women eyed each other. ‘Charles?’ 

‘Yes?’ Bingley turned his face from Darcy with whom he exchanged private words to look directly at Lizzy. ‘Yes!’

The women giggled, Darcy walked over to his sister and offered his hand. 

‘We’d better leave for the day.’ He helped her to her feet. ‘Another day, when Mrs. Bingley feels more rested, we can return to pay our respects.’

Georgiana seemed disappointed, but knew better than to confront her brother.

Once they left, Lizzy did not know how she felt about the visit her sister and niece received. Obviously, her mamma had disgraced any positive image she may have left in the presumptuous man’s memory, it was clear in the manner that he hurried to protect his sister from her company. The confused feelings she had towards him did not help her understanding.

She did enquire Bingley the subject of their private conversation in the drawing room, but he merely smiled shaking his head.
‘Have patience, sister. Patience and wisdom.’

‘Is that what Mr. Darcy told you, Charles? What a different form of expression for you.’

‘I am a father now; I have to learn the importance of conducting the life of a young lady.’
WW Gilchrist, 1879/1926 - Caldwell Gallery

‘And shall I be your first victim, brother?’ She raised one eyebrow, half smile in place.

‘Allow me, sister. Either me, or mother Bennet who still doesn’t forgive you for saving me from the close society of the rector.’

Lizzy sighed. Nodded. Lowered her shoulders. 

* continues *

segunda-feira, 27 de maio de 2019

Mulheres Vitorianas que amavam Mulheres Vitorianas

eu tive a intenção de fazer um mero post na fanpage do blog, mas estou descobrindo TANTO MATERIAL DE PESQUISA - e olha que gastei meros 5 minutos no Google, sequer abri a segunda página da busca por ANNE LISTER.
Gente, que coisa! Ando enfurnada na era Vitoriana e... nunca tinha lido nada sobre ela! Como pude ser assim tão omissa? Tô fuçando em nichos, preciso ver o TODO!

Já dizia o sábio.
Susanne Jones é Anne Lister no seriado da BBC - pic do pinterest
Aqui faço um breve mea culpa porque vou começar a assistir 'Gentleman Jack', o seriado que romanceia a vida dela. Mas vou dar uma olhada mais a fundo na biografia de Anne Lister.
Cupidos em Devon mostra muitos focos diferentes da vidinha de classe média, média-alta Vitoriana (o que nós hj reconhecemos como essas classes), mas também mostra a CLASSE TRABALHADORA. Nela tenho mais liberdade de fugir dos padrões e imaginar os meandros do relacionamento interpessoal.
Teremos mulheres extraordinárias que amam mulheres incríveis, e precisam lidar com suas escolhas e vidas e consequências.

radio times
Anne Lister, diz a wiki, foi uma mulher porreta de Halifax, West Yorkshire, Inglaterra que viveu no final do século XVIII ao início do XIX, morreu jovem com apenas 49 anos. Proprietária de terras (Shibden Hall), diarista, montanhista e viajante (mochileira? haha); ela manteve o hábito de escrever diários narrando os detalhes de sua vida diária, incluindo seus relacionamentos lésbicos, suas preocupações financeiras, suas atividades industriais e seu trabalho em suas propriedades. Era a vida normal de um homem naquela época, percebe? Ao contrário das mulheres que bordavam, pintavam, tocavam piano e esperavam marido. Ela até se casou com uma herdeira rica, Ann Wlaker, igualzinho aos boys da época.
Susanne Jones e Sophie Rundle como Anne Lister e sua esposa (futura) Ann Walker - pic do uol
Que fantástico, que coragem! 

Seus diários são enormes, vários foram escritos em código contando detalhes íntimos de seus relacionamentos amorosos e sexuais. Isso mostra, além do óbvio desejo de privacidade que pode ser discutida já que ela registrava suas intimidades, mas para mim fica claro que ela tinha noção do perigo, do custo social de suas escolhas. Sofreu bastante, lutou com unhas e dentes. O código só foi quebrado na década de 1930, quase um século depois de sua morte.  Ela montou juntando álgebra e grego antigo, que bacana, né?
Anne é chamada de "a primeira lésbica moderna" pelo claro autoconhecimento e estilo de vida abertamente lésbico. Foi "Fred" para uma amante e "Gentleman Jack" para os moradores de Halifax. 
Reconhecia sua semelhança com as Ladies of Llangollen, que ela visitou. Essas, Eleanor Butler e Sarah Ponsonby, duas mulheres irlandesas de classe alta cujo relacionamento durante o final do século 18 e início do século 19 escandalizou e fascinou seus contemporâneos.
E existem muitos livros sobre ela, eu é que sou uma tapada!

e até outro seriado!

Uma pessoa não precisa ser gay para reconhecer a importância dessa vida na roda sempre em movimento da evolução social. Eu ouvia muito sobre homens gays ou bi como Oscar Wilde e Lord Byron, ou lésbicas já no início do século XX. 
Mas essas, me surpreenderam!

Ponto comum nessas histórias?
nível privilegiado na sociedade
Alguma relação com os nossos tempos?...
E sabe o que mais? Haviam vários relatos.


As mulheres acima, na charge de 1820, são Lady Strachan & Lady Warwick registradas em um beijo no parque enquanto seus maridos exclamam: "O que deve ser feito para acabar com esta vergonha?" Numerosas fofocas, sátiras e poemas acusavam as duas mulheres de serem amantes.

Estou achando muito interessante, tudo com muito potencial de aprender coisas interessantes e nuances sobre a era que ando retratando em romances. 
E aí, o que acha dessa 
Te conto da série. Já viu, me conta!

pesquisei aqui, aqui, aqui, aqui, aqui, aqui e vou pesquisar ainda muuuuito mais.

sábado, 25 de maio de 2019

En route to the ball - a historical nano tale

I'm still surfing the fast track of inspiration, so, here is another NANO TALE. A bit of adventure  now...
En route to the ball
Princesse de Broglie, por JA Dominique Ingres, 1853
Dominique sighed in frustration. So much she had demanded, planned, bristled to assure she’d be absolutely perfect. That ball was so important, so influential and… There she was, rooted to the drawing room watching ladies run to use bordaloues behind the divider screen or mantua makers’ assistants mend and stitch cheap dresses. One more sigh, this one almost audible. Maybe she could snooze on her feet leaned on a tall chair’s back, immense as it was her ennui. She had spent the pin money her dad had given her for the season solely to secure the best seamstress in the fashionable quarter, chosen fabric, lace and stones, all in vain: every uncivil gentleman in the nation was present in the ballroom, her white sleepers already reached the ugliest shades of grey. How many steps did she take on her toes took for accepting company for two dances? Oh, dear Heavens, too many.
The arrival of the biggest gossip in the neighborhood propelled Dominique to move, she realized her idle presence in the drawing room suggested her dress was also of low quality – if she couldn’t leave the emergency mantua makers, she should really be dressed in rags! She stood up, ran her hands on her summer sky blue satin skirts and left using the balcony. There, one mere step off the shelter, she stopped. There was a card on the floor. She made an effort to distinguish the tiny letters without the aid of the spectacles safely hidden inside her reticule (from where she’d never ever take them during a ball) and noticed another, a few steps ahead. With care, as if it might bite her, she stooped controlling the many layers of petticoats and took both cards; equal but each folded in a different corner. She then saw another, and a few more. It was a fairytale trail! So enchanted, she wasn’t aware of her direct path towards the lord of the mansion’s chamber. That was when, on seeing the man’s shadow alone in the room turned towards her, Dominique read the cards in her hand.

*the end*

Ah, the adventures of long skirts and top hats... 

Curiosities, shall we?
-Joséphine-Éléonore-Marie-Pauline de Galard de Brassac de Béarn, Princesse de Broglie is in the Met... Great place to live!
-In reality, there were these side rooms in great balls where seamstress and assistants waited to mend dresses and solve emergencies. All dresses were sewn by hand, any sudden move coud cause a catastrophe! 
-Bourdaloue was the little device used by a lady outside from home. Almost a creamer - hahaha - it was easy to fit between the legs inside those many skirts and could be used in a jiff. Those little pots, the bourdaloues were colored, designed, very feminine little trinkets.
Jane Austen World
François Boucher no LBCHistorical
-The cards existed! Yeah!... Flirt cards (the one above came from shewalkssoftly) were pretty popular. What gal, right? It was a kind of Tinder! So direct! I love them, have many saved.
A Mays

A Mays
The image I get is the worst kind of catcall we can get on the street, or a professional like the movie bellow... Ew...


Could it be some kind of escort service? Friends with benefits kind-of-stuff? 
Couldn't find dates, but  'cable address' suggests turn of XIX century. Right?

For other NANO TALES, come here.

See ya.

VÍCIO EM AUSTEN – um teste

Compartilhamos uma obsessão doentia com os romances de Jane Austen? 
O tema do PODCAST CAFÉ COM JANE AUSTEN desta semana é justamente esse:
21 sinais do vício em Jane Austen

É hora de checar nossa real situação, certo? Só entre nós, que ninguém saiba do resultado, vamos ver quantos pontos é capaz de fazer.

Agradecimentos a janeaustenaddicT, Huffpost, pembertea de onde estas questões vieram ou foram inspiradas. Dividimos o vício em Austen Nation através do mundo e é fácil achar almas envolvidas nas mesmas questões por aí! Se quiser ir diretos às fontes para ver como são os indícios de viciados across de globe, clica lá. O do PODCAST desta semana foi abrazucado - tanto quanto Austen pode ser.

Clica aí em cima para ir ouvindo enquanto lê!

E vamos ao teste!

1. logo primeiro item é subdividido, vale 4 pontos ao todo
1.1- sofre de tendência a esquecer aniversários, compromissos e atividades, mas consegue recitar, de cor, a carta do capitão Wentworth a Anne Elliot (Persuasão) ou a primeira frase de O&P. Já leu Persuasão, Orgulho e Preconceito e as outras quatro obras principais de Jane Austen umas cinco vezes cada uma (honestidade, você provavelmente já leu dez ou até vinte vezes). É por isso que você geralmente mente quando um amigo lhe pergunta o que você está lendo.

1.2- fica atrasado em seu trabalho, dever de casa ou afazeres domésticos, porque passa metade do seu dia (e uma boa parte da noite) em fóruns de Austen discutindo as mais variadas ESPECULAUSTENS; se Fanny Price é puritana, o admirável centro moral de Mansfield Park, a cena da floresta em que tudo e todos passam, menos Fanny. Se Elizabeth Bennet, de O&P, é atraída por Darcy mesmo quando afirma não gostar dele. Se é Anne Elliot ou o Capitão Wentworth o mais culpado por seu distanciamento de oito anos em Persuasão.

1.3- Quem é o MELHOR DARCY: se Colin Firth, Matthew MacFadyen é coisa séria. Você está até em risco de perder amizades.
não é óbvio???
1.4- Não só atrasa seus afazeres e esquece da vida, como organiza seu dia de acordo com compromissos como lançamento de seriados, filmes, webseries.

2. também é dividido... vale ao todo 3 pontos
Mesmo com tudo dito acima, seu apetite por Austen tornou-se insaciável, e ramificou. 
2.1- Então qualquer livro relacionado a Austen e seu mundo, Austen Nation, serve. Biografias, livro de moldes, dieta de Austen, livro de música, receitas e até mesmo os mashups de monstros.

2.2- Não contente, segue blogs, podcasts (buahahaha), jogos online, e faz quizzes como Que heroína de Jane Austen. Os dias começam a voar e você nem se vê preso em Austen Nation, ou Janiverse.

2.3- Também consome itens variados camisetas, brincos, pasta de dentes, livro de colorir
3. A ideia de exercício dos seus amigos é correr, academia ou footing no shopping. O seu é aulas de dança do país Inglês se encontrar um parceiro de dança para ir com você. Seu melhor amigo acha que você está brincando. Seu namorado/marido se recusa a usar calças coladas.
4. Você procura uma aula de dança onde os parceiros não são necessários, mas ninguém lhe diz que as aulas de dança country inglesa são uma droga de entrada. E passa a usar sua grana guardada e crédito para planejar uma viagem ao Jane Austen Festival em Bath. 
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5. Seus amigos, familiares e outras pessoas importantes pensam em uma intervenção, estão apavorados com seu vício. Depois de suportar suas acusações sem sentido, você orgulhosamente olha nos olhos deles e diz: 'Você me insultou em todos as maneiras possíveis, Lady Catherine. Tenho que implorar para voltar ao meu laptop'. 
dá até medo dessa montagem. Vixe!
6. Você cede à pressão de amigos não viciados em Austen e sai. Para almoçar, um café, jantar, balada, qualquer coisa mundana. Mas o lugar está lotado. Você: "Em uma assembleia, um baile como esse, seria insuportável dançar". Todos te olham de cara feia, começam a considerar te internar...
7. Não demora muito para que apenas seus companheiros viciados em Austen possam entender suas esperanças, seus sonhos e suas citações involuntárias, frequentemente desconcertadas, dos romances e filmes. É por isso que sua vida social consiste basicamente de reuniões da sociedade Austen, clubes do livro de Jane Austen ou que você quer muito participar de um grupo.
meagun gunn

8. No fundo, você se coloca no TEAM LIVROS ou no TEAM FILMES na guerra fria não declarada de Austen Nation. Faz citações dos filmes e seriados sabendo ou não que estão no canon?
'incandescently happy', 'my pearl', 'your hands are cold'
silver petticoat review
9. outra dividida, vale 2 pontos – poderia valer mais até...
9.1- Seu DVD de "Orgulho e Preconceito" pula automaticamente para a cena da camiseta molhada. O meu Youtube foi de ‘the happy prince’ sobre Oscar Wilde para ‘the lake scene’, sei á como....
>>> Big Bang da Austenmania contemporânea surgiu em 1995, quando a BBC exibiu sua aclamada minissérie de Orgulho e Preconceito - notável pela cena do lago off canon de Mr. Darcy, de Colin Firth, a dramatização perfeita da BBC. Mas para a maioria de nós, o sexy e emotivo Colin Firth é o Homem.

9.2- A cena da banheira, seguida da que Lizzy brinca com os cachorros, liga o talento do Sr. Darcy aos seus grandes cães! Hahaha Great Danes como cães para um homem com um pau grande.

10. Tem todos os livros, mas ainda continua comprando novas edições. Comentadas, Ilustrado! Traduzido! Viaja e traz de lembrança uma cópia de O&P na língua de onde foi, só pq pode.
O que amiga- você nunca leu Emma? A sério? Bem, por acaso tenho uma brochura extra que pude
11. Você chora quando você visita Chawton.
Se não foi, pensa em ir.
Se não chorou, chora querendo voltar.
chawton library house

12. Você tem sentimentos mistos sobre Cassandra Austen.
irmã, Cassandra, quase três anos mais velha. Elas eram inseparáveis na infância e, como nunca se casaram, ficaram assim até a morte prematura de Jane. Dois dias depois daquela trágica perda, Cassandra escreveu à sua sobrinha uma homenagem desoladora: 'Eu perdi um tesouro, uma irmã, um amigo que nunca pode ter sido superado, - Ela era o sol da minha vida, o dourador de todos os prazeres.'
>>>Das 161 cartas de Jane Austen que chegaram até nós, a maioria foi escrita para Cassandra e sobreviver porque ela cuidadosamente os preservou, mas Cassandra queimou muitas - não sabemos quantas para evitar que parentes mais jovens passassem por comentários sem carisma ou embaraçosamente pessoais, trocavam confidências.
Mas você ainda é brava com Cassandra Austen por queimar todas aquelas cartas.

13. Austen Nation é sua página inicial no browser de internet.
É lá que vc se perde e ganha o admirável mundo novo de Austen Este é o lugar para encontrar amigas e amigos e sabe-se-lá o que ou quem mais.

14. Essa é complicada, dependendo da resposta, você faz mais pontos.
Você tem bonequinhas de Jane Austen Action Figure, funkos, de feltro. Eu tenho até uma Franklin Mint!!
Foi presente? 1 ponto 
Vc comprou? 2 pontos
15. Você tem vestidos Empire-waist, neo-gregos, mesmo que não lhe caia muito bem. Na verdade, só cai bem em Gwynet, magra como uma tábua. 
Mesmo assim você acha uma lindeza e gostaria que a moda das luvas até o cotovelo voltassem. 
16. você compara pessoas que conhece com personagens de Jane Austen 
Vixe, ela fala como Mary Musgrove.
Que Caroline Bingley!
Parecia Darcy, mas era Wickham…

17. Se alguém tem bebê ou você fica gravida, pensa logo em dar os livrinhos baby Jane de presente. Ou sugerir nome...

18. Leu ‘Mistérios de Udolfo’ para conferir o que tanto enlouqueceu Catherine Morland em Northanger Abbey.  
19. Você tem cera e sinete, convence os amigos a trocar cartas só para ter como usar.
20. Gostaria muito de voltar às regras de civilidade de outrora, especialmente online 

21. PERGUNTA DE OURO: 5 pontos muito merecidos ler e comprar e conversar não é o suficiente, você começa a criar cultura. Livros, desenhos, bolsas...

Como se saiu?

Total possível de pontos: 27 pontos + 5: 32

Fez menos de 10 pontos? 
Refaça o teste. 
Deixou passar alguma coisa, aposto. Fica triste, não. Fala seus males que a gente te escuta.

Fez 15 pontos? 
Gosta das obras, mas consegue diferenciar literatura 
da vida real.
Você é o que se pode chamar de apreciador que ainda pode se interar em Austen Nation, nunca é tarde demais. Não perca nosso próximo podcast quando falaremos das muitas adaptações de O&P. conta aí como podemos te ajudar nessa caminhada.

Fez 20 pontos? 
Seu vício ainda é contornável, basta que pare de comprar 
novas edições e troque Mr. Darcy pelo ator que faz Aquaman no cinema.
Mas está no caminho certo, as obras de Austen podem vir a nortear sua vida em vários aspectos. No próximo podcast, falaremos do zilhão de adaptações de O&P, deixe suas dicas nos comentários!

Fez 21 ou mais pontos? 
Bem-vinda a Austen Nation, está em casa! 
Para uma estrelinha de mérito basta viciar mais duas pessoas. E acompanhar nosso próximo podcast quando o assunto será o infindável poço de adaptações de O&P. Suspirou, não foi? Sei que gostou... 

Fala aí a adaptação que mais gosta de O&P e por que, 
vamos comentar no próximo podcast.