I chose this biography because it was written by a novelist, and one I admire. Shields met all my expectations and more, taking us through Jane’s life with a light hand, and pausing here and there focus on Jane the writer--to imagine her life from that writer’s perspective.
“She mastered, early on, the ability to move scenes briskly along. Moments of perceived inaction contrast sharply with abrupt psychological shifts. Always there is the sense that she knows where she’s going, even in the midst of digression. This assured narrative voice anchors and sustains the human drama, and it is a particular pleasure for the reader to find important moments buried in paragraphs that pretend to be flattened asides.”
As readers, we recognize these aspects of her writing, and it is such a treat to see them within the context of the ups and downs of Austen’s daily life.
For example, when Jane is forced to move with the family away from her long-term, beloved home to Bath, Shields explains, “It might be thought that a move would stimulate a young writer.” But she goes on to reference Virginia Woolf. “A writer, she [Woolf] maintains, does not need stimulation, but the opposite of stimulation. A writer needs regularity, the same books around her, the same walls. A writer needs self-ordered patterns of time, her own desk, and day after profitable day in order to do her best work.” This may surprising, but is so true.
Following that move to Bath, a period of seven or eight years went by where Austen did not write. This is so tragic to think of, knowing what we know of her short life. She was thirty years old, and didn’t know what was ahead of her. But this time could still be seen as productive. “Now she listened and observed the social noise that went on around her, all the time widening her range of human understanding.”
Thinking about what Austen accomplished, what she made from her limited--in experience, exposure and time--life, brought tears to my eyes, but also an understanding of why her place in history is so high an so secure.
“The novelistic architecture may have been borrowed from the eighteenth-century novelists, but she made it new, clean, and rational, just as though she’d taken a broom to the old fussiness of plot and action. She did all this alone.”