Austen is considered one of the first to tell about the condition of women and the difficulties she encounters in wanting to be free from the usual patterns, the first to incriminate the fact that knowledge was exclusively male prerogative and how marriage was the only beach assigned to women to have respect and a certain self-sufficiency.
“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”[1]
I have never been a big fan of love stories, but when, for school reasons, I had to read “Pride & Prejudice”, I changed my mind, not all the “pink” genre is to be discarded. There are stories that go far beyond simple sentimentality, that get inside, that transmit us so much that we want to reread them.
And so, it was with Austen’s novel, which I reread over and over until I could almost recite it from memory. Love stories are usually almost always the afflictions of little girls, attempts at emotional pornography when compared to the social anthropology that Austen develops novel after novel.
For two hundred years…
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Tra i tanti miei difetti, quelli che mi fanno capitombolare più spesso in esperienze imbarazzanti ci sono sicuramente la mia sbadataggine e la mia disattenzione. Qualche giorno fa ho perso una pennetta USB davanti al portone del mio palazzo e se non fosse stato per un avviso attaccato al vetro dell’ingresso, penso che neanche oggi mi sarei ancora accorta che mi era caduta dalla borsa.
