Although reading this along with Austen's novels will lead to a feeling of 'instant replay,' Rodi's commentary is insightful and funny.
After setting it aside, I came back to it a few months later, and reading his chapters on Persuasion reminded me again what a masterly novel it is.
Here is Rodi:
Wentworth says, almost there, just a sec; he seals up the letter “with great rapidity,” and hurriedly joins Captain Harville, who leaves Anne with a “Good morning, God bless you”—but from Wentworth, “not a word, not a look. He had passed out of the room without a look!”
Appalling tension…then almost crippling release. He comes back in, on the pretext of having forgotten his gloves; and in the act of retrieving them, “drew out a letter from under the scattered paper, [and] placed it before Anne with eyes of glowing entreaty fixed for a moment”. Then he slips back out, leaving Anne feeling like he’s just reordered all the laws of physics at a stroke and she no longer has any idea which way “up” is.
She looks the letter: it’s addressed to “Miss A.E.—.” In her present condition, possibly it takes Anne a second or two to realize, oh yeah, that’s me. So, when he said he hadn’t finished Captain Harville’s letter yet, he actually had; and he was furtively writing this second one, to her.
I think I liked this better than part one, if only because Rodi is clearly enjoying these three novels, not hung up over Henry Crawford and Fanny Price. I have to pick one joke, almost at random, and say there's always more where that came from:
“Have you been long in Bath, madam?”
“About a week, sir,” replied Catherine, trying not to laugh.
“Really!” with affected astonishment.
“Why should you be surprised, sir?”
“Why, indeed!” said he, in his natural tone. “But some emotion must appear to be raised by your reply, and surprise is more easily assumed, and not less reasonable, than any other. Now let us go on.”
Tilney is, astonishingly, the hero of this novel. Yet clearly, his precursors in Austen’s canon are the smooth-talking sumbitches like Willoughby, Wickham, Henry Crawford, and Frank Churchill. What are we to make of an Austen hero who’s a silver-tongued bon vivant? We certainly know what his predecessors would have made of him. Five minutes in the same room, and Mr. Knightley would want to break a piano bench over his head.