Thursday, October 23, 2014

Favorite Emma Personalities (Who I Don’t Think Quite Fit Their Character Roles)

Though every version of Emma has its good points (and interestingly enough I think every Emma did a wonderful job in her role!) this post was inspired by the feeling I am sometimes left with after viewing a film, to wit: in some cases loving the personality, but not feeling they fit the role or liking their rendition even better! Now let us proceed to the Emma films.


Harriet from the ’96 (Gwyneth Paltrow) version – I really like this Harriet as Harriet. Her rendition of the character is slightly different from the book (as she never gets extremely stuck up and unkind to Emma) and I like that. I also like how she never truly forgets Mr. Martin. 


Mrs. Weston from the ’09 version – She is not my ideal Mrs. Weston and, to my eye, her age appears too close to Emma’s to be her governess. Yet despite that, as a person I greatly like her and I think I would truly love to have her as a friend.


Mr. Knightley from the ’96 A&E version – Unlike the ‘72, ’96 and ’09 versions of Mr. Knightley, this Mr. Knightley is not quite how I imagine the character. However, I greatly enjoy picturing him in a different active historical fiction role such as Robert in Charlotte Bronte’s “Shirley” or even Mr. Thornton—and I relish watching him in this film just for that.

And now my absolutely favorite couple in any version of Emma…..


The ’96 A&E Frank Churchill and Jane Fairfax!!! I hear a surprised murmuring…“Frank and Jane?” you say? “You mean the villain of the piece and Jane, who—though elegant—is not exactly the greatest?” and finally, “Why?”

First: in this version though Frank is rude to Jane he is mostly playing along with Emma instead of creating the entire scheme. (Not that that entirely changes things, but it makes a slight difference.)

Second: his appearance is very similar to Tom in Mansfield Park. I could say much more on that subject, but I will leave it for a review of MP. Suffice to say at the moment it is one of the greatest recommendations he could receive from me.

Finally: they fit so well together. He sincerely smiles and his eyes light up as he looks at her. Her face glows and she blossoms out whenever he is near. They are really so adorable together that I can hardly stand it and it is so utterly sweet, that I can—and do—watch the movie simply for them!

So…what do you think? Who plays your favorite character renditions in Emma?

Discovering Emma Week Tag

My sister Heidi’s long awaited Discovering Emma Week is now in progress! I can personally attest to the many hours and even days she worked diligently upon her schemes for the party, and I think everything is coming out beautifully, so do fly over and check it out! Here are my answers for the tag:


Have you ever read Emma?
No; however, I have listened to it I believe at least two or three times. Also, I am in the midst of reading through Miss Austen’s major works and currently am just one book away from Emma!


If so, is that how you first made her acquaintance? (If not, feel free to elaborate!)
I cannot recollect how I first met her, as it seems as if I have always known Jane Austen and her people!


Do you have a favorite film adaptation? 
I absolutely adore the ‘96 version! (You can read my review here). However, the ‘09 has many good points and I like the ’70’s in many ways as well... Hence, it is all very difficult to decide.


Favorite dress(es) from that film?
My favorite dress in the ‘96 version (and also my second favorite Regency dress!) is Emma’s lime green dress that she wears when the Eltons come to tea. However, her pink archery dress is also very lovely and I also really like her Box Hill dress and her ivory crossover-neckline gown with flowers sprinkled over it. I also love Harriet’s strawberry pink dress with white sleeves that she is wearing when she and Emma meet Mr. Martin. It’s so fresh and pretty!


Share a line you love from either the book or movie/s—several if you like!
Favorite movie lines are so hard as so much depends on countenance and voice, but…in the 70’s, Mr. John Knightley’s line about Mr. Elton. And oh, the scenes with Sir Nigel—I mean Mr. Knightley—and Mrs. Elton (from the 70’s) in both the scenes at Donwell Abbey (“What excursion?”) and Box Hill (with the insects). I can’t remember the exact lines, but I remember their expressions and oh, are they perfection!


Is Emma one of your favorite heroines? Why or why not?
Not exactly. It is not that I dislike her. It is just that we have never clicked so to speak, but I have not read the book and maybe if I did we would be better friends.


What is one of Emma’s strengths (good qualities)?
Her care for others which shows as—even with all her mistakes—she always has her friends best interests at heart. She simply needs direction.


Describe in one (or two…or three) sentences, why Mr. Knightley is so wonderful.
A confession: As a rule Mr. Knightley is not one of my favorite heroes. That being said, however, Jeremy Northam’s Mr. Knightley is my idea of near perfection. Why? His twinkle. I always fall for a twinkle. When a man has a twinkle it shows so much about him and this Mr. Knightley is one of my favorites. I also like the 70’s Mr. Knightley because—“Hey, it’s Sir Nigel from Robin Hood!” And what is even more diverting, is that once again he is wanting to marry a girl and move in on her estate. :)


Why do you think Mr. Knightley and Emma are so well suited to each other?
Because of their imperfections. :)


Would you rather spend a week in Highbury with the Westons—on Abbey-Mill Farm with the Martins—or in London with the John Knightleys?
My choice is between the John Knightleys or Abbey-Mill Farm. The Knightley’s would be a great deal of fun and London would give wonderful inspiration for my writing, but then…at Abbey-Mill Farm I would have the chance to work with draft horses. *happy sigh* Yes, I believe I would choose Abbey-Mill Farm.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Chatterbox: Leaves of Maple

My offering for Rachel’s October Chatterbox, the theme of which is Maple Leaves. I absolutely love maple leaves and they have a very warm place in my heart; as does this sequence from “TSWL” (and which just happens to now be my second favorite thing I have recorded for Clarkson and Elise’s story). And that, friends, means I really like it.


“Strong as were the bands of their hope, all of Elise’s smiles could not hold it forever in its first rose hued flurry of bloom, and well she knew it. She found herself watching longer for the sight of the returning wanderer, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of the old grey woolen jacket, his gaze eagerly seeking the light of home. On this evening she stood in her usual place upon the step, one arm curving around the post. Weeks before it had been adorned with a twisting adornment of blossom, and every evening she had stood her heart waxing full with their sweet-scented magic, but now it held only the spidery memory of softer days. The sun was falling downward in a bronze sweep of crooked flame that washed the sea below the road, setting it momentary aflame with all the glories of the woods that rimmed the road before her. Finally he came, and her face, all unconsciously, lit rosily to greet him. But he was different, for his eyes were bent toward the far rolling spaces of the sea, and in his hands a glorious burnished mountain of crinkled maple leaves.
She met him outside the little garden, the gate swishing shut against the fullness of her hoops: “Clarkson,” she breathed and the word held all the question and assurance he could ask for.
His gaze snapping to her, the hopelessness within it was joined by the glow that was all for her, but she was not deceived.
“Clarkson, what is it?” she knew all too well what it was, but she must say the words—to speak against the pain, to assure him once again that she was ever there to help fight against it.
Looking out to sea once more he said: “We will have lived here a year, come this Christmas.”
“And we have had beautiful times, have we not, Clarkson? We are such a wonderful family.”
“Are we?” He looked down at her and both his look and voice haunted her. “Look at these leaves, Elise.” He held them toward her and she took them feeling their crackling between her own fingers as she did so. ‘When we came here they had not even begun to form, and now look, they have grown and fallen and died.”
Every word pierced her, but still she fought against the despair tingling within every word. “But they are still beautiful, feel their hard veins, and the sharp edges? They still have life to give. And Clarkson there will be other springs.”
“These leaves will be forgotten.” He looked outward again and she barely caught his whisper of, “Just as I have forgotten nigh twenty years of them.”
She flung herself forward, the leaves falling in a heedless shower about her. Grasping both his square brown hands in her own, she compelled his brown eyes to look down into her own.
“Have you, Clarkson? Or do they simply wait for their own Spring?”
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