Deborah YaffeMar 15, 2020FeverishNo one in Jane Austen’s novels becomes infected with a coronavirus, but that doesn’t mean she has nothing to say on the subject that now...
Deborah YaffeFeb 27, 2020Completist completesApparently, I’m not the only Jane Austen completist out there. Last week, as blog readers will recall, the New York auction house Swann...
Deborah YaffeFeb 13, 2020The price of perfectionI was born with a completist gene. I like to finish things up – books, TV series, leftovers. I like to own full sets of things. I abhor...
Deborah YaffeFeb 6, 2020LovebitesMaking a mistake in print, and being forced to acknowledge it publicly in the corrections column: It’s every journalist’s nightmare. And...
Deborah YaffeJan 20, 2020Midwinter diversion“I have just learnt to love a hyacinth.” “. . . . So much the better. You have gained a new source of enjoyment, and it is well to have...
Deborah YaffeNov 28, 2019Family dinnerAs we sit down to our turkey tonight, perhaps in company with relatives or acquaintances whom we carefully avoid the rest of the year,...
Deborah YaffeNov 11, 2019Riding highBy now, Jane Austen has made so many top-novel lists that it’s hard to come up with anything new to say when she makes yet another one....
Deborah YaffeOct 9, 2019Liar, liarIn David Lodge’s classic 1975 academic novel Changing Places, the English-professor characters discuss a game of intellectual chicken...
Deborah YaffeSep 8, 2019On this day in 1814. . . Forty-seventh in an occasional series of excerpts from Jane Austen's letters. Jane Austen’s letters, with their unpolished emphasis on...
Deborah YaffeAug 11, 2019Austen's pewterJane Austen, her brother Henry would have us believe, didn’t care about making money. “She became an authoress entirely from taste and...
Deborah YaffeJul 31, 2019Greatest Hits, Part IIAs I have pointed out rather often, most recently earlier this week, the Internet is filled with quotes from filmed adaptations of Jane...
Deborah YaffeMay 12, 2019Busting Austen mythsMost Janeites don’t need to hear, yet again, that Jane Austen was not a kindly maiden aunt whose sweet, insubstantial little romance...