Friday, January 9, 2015

Becoming Jane

As I write this post, I have noticed a stiff recalling of this movie: I am currently listening to the soundtrack of Becoming Jane - the most wonderful movie about the most admired authoress - Jane Austen. Obviously, I cannot get over how much I love the movie and the main characters: James McAvoy is the man of this movie, and I cannot imagine it without him. 

I would be all drools and over the top about this subject, but needlessly without the substance that I am trying to get at. 

I seriously love this music; it really calms me down. The inner peace, the French horn, the wind ensemble... I must say that brief period of band life in high school really brings me to favour the woodwind instruments. Because it still sounds beautiful without the piano being the main player. Cannot get over with the clarinets now, which once I thought sounded a bit annoying. Well, was I wrong.

If you haven't watched it, you are basically missing out on these beautiful sounding music - so no farther think, just watch it on your on-line streaming site!

I've always felt the same as the person who has posted the soundtrack on-line, that I ought to have been living in the same era as Austen. While I know now, that clearly it would be a misfortune to me if I were born in a poor/low-income family. The reality may be harsh, but Austen wrote so romantically during her lifetime that so many people these days want to go back to the late 19th century, in some small city such as Bath.

I am not from Europe, and therefore, I cannot foretell if that experience would be such as joy for me; to be honest, I fear the exact opposite feelings would overtake me.

It led me to believe, that life was meaningless without purpose, like a ship that lost its way to the final destination. Was Austen also living her life without a goal? Were her goals solely to focus on her writing, and really neglecting the reality around her?

I wonder, if Austen meant to marry anyone but for the unfortunate turnout with Tom Lefroy. 

I'd love to meet her, if I could, because now I am a sheep without a shepherd.