Monthly Archives: February 2013

An Adaptation That Makes Sense (and Sensibility)

The Pride and Prejudice Bicentenary Challenge 2013

Continuing on with my Sense and Sensibility adaptation binge, I wrapped up my mini film fest with the 2008 BBC version.  I was not prepared to like this one at all because BBC blew it so badly with the 1981 version, and I am a totes fan of the  1995 version.

I watched it at and have to admit it does a better job of making sense of JA’s novel of mixed up romances.

What I liked:

  • more actual dialogue and character development
  • actors closer in age to those of the novel characters
  • the mother–classy and nurturing
  • Edward, who seemed more believable than Hugh Grant’s version
  • including characters who had previously been left out, like Sir John’s wife and children and Lucy’s sister

What I didn’t like:

  • too much kissing!  I’m not against kissing, but JA didn’t have kissing in her novels
  • Elinor didn’t have the emotional range like Emma Thompson, especially when it looked like Marianne might die from her fever
  • Willoughby–much too young and spoiled.  He seemed more like a boy band member than a romantic rich kid who wants it all.

Overall, I prefer this version if wanting to “watch” the book, but Emma’s version is definitely the one I prefer for the cinematic thrill of watching true love take place.  And I love watching Willoughby riding away on his white horse (is that symbolic that he is a good guy gone wrong?)

Note:  This will be my last post on this site.  I meant to only post my NaNoWriMo novel and then I got caught up in the thrill of comments and followers.  Unfortunately, school commitments has taken its toll and one must go.  Since school is mandatory and blogging an option, I must give up blogging.

I appreciate your follows and comments and will keep the site up.  I won’t be posting anymore though.

Farewell (for now, perhaps)


P.S. I suggest popping over to for continuing Emily Dickinson and Jane Austen entries.




The Emily Project: Part One/Life–XVI (To fight aloud is very brave)


Calvary (Photo credit: Osajus)

To fight aloud is very brave –




To fight aloud, is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The Calvary of  woe.


Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Whose dying eyes, no country
Regards with patriot love,


We trust, in plumed procession,
For such, the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet –
And uniforms of snow.
Edith: an asterisk and a check
Me: I think EmilyD had mixed feelings about war and fighting.  She shows her regard and respect by acknowledging how the soldiers fall, often dying for their country unobserved by those they are defending.  Yet, there also is a sadness, like she regrets they have to die: “We trust, in plumed procession/For such the angels go/Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow.”  She points out their uniforms, how impressive they are to see, and then makes the comment how they are marching to their death (angels).
I feel the same way about war.  I don’t understand the whole idea of someone or some people deciding to killing is necessary to create peace.  On the other hand, I admire how soldiers go and do their duty and I am thankful they are doing the fighting instead of me.
I imagine this poem on a war memorial somewhere.  Has anyone seen this anywhere?