Imagine, if you will, such a meeting of two incredible women whose writing have touched the hearts of the world.
Consider this. Jane’s works have NEVER been out of print since they were published 200 years ago. Since movies were invented, her stories are repeated at least every ten years.
Emily’s poetry has also NEVER been out of print. She’s now credited with being the INVENTOR of modern poetry. Not only do her words touch hearts of so many, but the very way she wrote continues to DEFINE the way we speak.
So what else do they have in common, for me?
If it wasn’t for Jane, I wouldn’t appreciate Emily.
In order to properly write a romantic comedy, I wanted to learn from the best. So I took the approach familiar to most men. I analysed her. I took P&P apart, quantified it, organized it, and put almost every part under a microscope.
I didn’t make much progress.
Suddenly, one day, (truly!) it hit me.
Understanding P&P using logic, using numbers, using traditional masculine components was awesomely wrong.
Jane Austen was writing in a language I barely understood, but was willing to learn.
She wrote in EMOTIONS.
Once I understood that Jane used words to paint scenes in emotional terms, the book opened up in ways I never realized. I finished my own pale imitation of P&P recently, so trust me, I’ve gotten to know Jane’s style pretty darn well. And I have nothing but admiration for her.
Something funny happened to me along the way.
I have a new, deep appreciation for emotions in art. And I have a new, deep appreciation for women who think in terms of emotions instead of masculine concepts.
I understand why men complain about women wanting to talk about emotions, because the men don’t comprehend the language of emotions. Women do, largely by nature.
Emotions are HARD. Getting them right is TRICKY. No one did it better than Jane. Learning how to read, and possibly even write using emotional language is what I learned.
But here’s the really funny part.
Now that I appreciate those emotions, now that I better understand the language, suddenly it’s like entering a whole new world that existed in parallel to my old one.
I picked up a poem by Emily Dickinson, and suddenly the emotions poured forth, entering my heart in ways they never would have before. I looked at another, and another, and it was as if light was coming from her lines.
Two years ago, before I truly read P&P, this never would have happened. Now it does.
So, my new girlfriend is Emily. But I never would have appreciated her if it wasn’t for Jane.
Eventually they will have to meet. After all, I love them both, along with my wife.
And we’re all going to get along famously.
I can feel it.