I appreciate your support, aciolino, but I would like it noted that I have never intended to deride Austen's work by defending the film. I am a fan of the novel and the 1940 film, and only wish that people could separate them enough to appreciate the best aspects of both.
I am familiar with the Mark Twain quote, but have been hesitant to post it here for fear it would be taken the wrong way. The real truth in it lies not in its sting at Austen's value as a writer, but in its illumination of critical attitudes toward Austen in times past. It is hard for us to believe in our era when she has gained a cult-like reverence as the pop-culture buy in to high literature, that her acceptance by serious critics is a fairly recent phenomenon. In my opinion, she deserves her place in the canon, but the quote illustrates just how shallow her footing in the canon is. People knew about Austen, people read Austen, but she was not universally established as one of the great literary giants until the post-feminist era. That is part of what makes the 1940 film such a priceless cultural artifact. It is one of our only windows into the attitudes of audiences in an era before Jane Austen was a cultural phenomenon. In that respect, it is almost a more balanced adaptation than the recent ones, relying on its own inherent values as a movie rather than capitalizing on the marketing sensation that is today's "Jane Austen" industry.
That being said, I hold her work in much higher estimation than you do. People are so quick to trivialize her work as "romance" (the fans are even more guilty of this than her harshest critics), when in fact she couldn't be more distanced from romanticism in the literary sense. What there is of the eighteenth and nineteenth-century Romantic movement in her novels is used ironically as self-parody. She deserves credit as a satirist, but gets it as a weaver of love stories. While she deals with themes of love, she does not do so in a romantic way. Really, her style heralds the coming wave of realism. She was doing incisive, psychological studies of the human character and class distinctions thirty years before Stendhal or Balzac in France, and forty years before Dickens in England. And in many ways her work is sharper, more acute, and unadorned by florid style or melodramatic devices than any of those later (male) writers.
The following pretty much sums up how I think Jane Austen's popular success has paradoxically undermined her literary merit. You should enjoy it.
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