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Jane Austen’s Emma was published 200 years ago today, on December 23, 1815, and I hope you’ll join the anniversary celebrations here on my blog this winter as we celebrate “Emma in the Snow.” Here’s your invitation to the party and here’s the full list of contributors. Happy 200th to Emma, and welcome, dear readers, to this online conversation about the novel and its heroine, “faultless in spite of all her faults.” I’m glad you’re here!
Last winter, Nora Bartlett and I wrote several letters to each other about Jane Austen, the weather in Austen’s novels, and the weather in Nova Scotia as compared with the weather in Scotland. (I suppose technically they were emails, but the length and the nature of Nora’s wonderful messages has made it seem more like a real, old-fashioned exchange of letters.) Nora was born in upstate New York but left North America for a Junior Year Abroad at the University of Oxford and has since spent most of her adult life in Scotland, where she has taught part-time for more than twenty years in the School of English at St. Andrews University and has worked with adults in a variety of Lifelong Learning programs. She’s currently writing a book about silence and listening in Jane Austen’s fiction, and on Valentine’s Day this year she wrote about “Pauses: Moments in Jane Austen When Nothing and Everything Gets Said” for my blog.
I’m grateful to Nora for writing this first post on winter weather for my Emma series, for letting me use the mellifluous title of her post for the series as a whole, and for sympathizing with the massive snowfall we experienced here in Nova Scotia last winter. I’m really hoping the weather this coming winter won’t be too bad in my neighbourhood or yours, but if we do get “weather which might fairly confine every body at home” (Emma, Chapter 16), at least we can meet up on the internet to talk about Jane Austen.
And if the weather is reasonably pleasant, I hope to get outside to take some pictures of snow. We haven’t had very much snow in Halifax so far this year (and I haven’t visited the English countryside recently), but I spent most of last week in Alberta, where there was plenty of snow—thus my photo for Emma in the Snow is from southern Alberta. (Also, I like the way the tree branches against the blue sky in this photo resemble the branches in the banner photo I’ve used on my blog for the past few years.)
Here’s what Nora has to say about the snow in Emma.
Those who wrongly categorize Jane Austen as a writer with a narrow compass—“a few families in a village,” as she teasingly said of herself—must have failed to notice the significance in her novels of the global phenomenon that is the weather. What reader has not shuddered over the prospect of a “wet Sunday evening” at Mansfield Park, like the one evoked in Chapter 47, even more perhaps than at the confession to Fanny that takes place that night, of the details of Edmund’s final sad interview with Mary Crawford? And all of Elizabeth Bennet’s many admirers will have delighted in her “crossing field after field at a quick pace, jumping over stiles and springing over puddles” to arrive at Netherfield—“her petticoat, six inches deep in mud”—on her errand of mercy to sister Jane.
But it is in Emma that the weather is allowed to make the most difference to people’s behavior: consider the hot day at Donwell in Chapter 42 which renders Mrs. Elton speechless and brings out Frank Churchill’s wicked temper, or the following day at Box Hill where perfect weather wreaks almost universal wretchedness and havoc. And is it not just hearing about the high wind at a water party at Weymouth that starts that “very dear part of Emma, her fancy” speculating on Jane Fairfax’s relationship with Mr. Dixon—while in fact it may have been that same sudden blast of wind, that dramatic rescue, that originally directed the wayward eye of Frank Churchill toward the lowly Miss Fairfax?
Like most of Jane Austen’s novels, Emma has a central action which unfolds over about a year, and therefore takes its characters through a winter: Northanger Abbey’s action is the most compressed, and nearly misses winter out, beginning after the Christmas holidays which introduced James Morland to the Thorpes, but in Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Emma, and Persuasion the action begins in the autumn and covers much of the ensuing year; Mansfield Park’s main action begins with the summer arrival of the Crawfords at Mansfield Parsonage, but continues for almost a year, including of course the Christmas when Edmund is ordained. So, all the novels have some winter chapters.
But only Emma has a snowfall. In Mansfield Park a little “snow on the ground” causes cold and inconvenience, and, similarly, Jane Austen’s letters mention snow from time to time, usually unenthusiastically: but that may be because she seems often to be in a city when it is snowing, so that by snow she must most often mean slush. But perhaps she just did not like it—the combination of impassable roads and impractical garments—think how often a moment in one of her novels turns on who has the thickest boots, or whether the ground is unsuitable for ladies’ shoes.
But as a snow-loving North American deprived of my birthright by living in Britain—where it really does not snow nearly enough—I have always treasured the snowfall in Chapter 15 of Emma, which endangers no one’s safety, despite Mr. Woodhouse’s fears, but threatens everyone’s equanimity: at the news that snow has fallen while the party from Hartfield is having an unwonted evening out at Randalls, “everybody had something to say”—most of it absurd.
We should not forget, though, that this tense chapter in which snow falls, threatening to overturn carriages, and keep Mr. Woodhouse from his dish of gruel and his elder daughter from her children, this chilly chapter begins and ends with the heat emanating from the amorous Mr. Elton. His overindulgence in “Mr. Weston’s good wine” first “elevates his spirits” so that his attentions to Emma—attentions the reader has understood, while Emma has refused to recognize them—these attentions breathily, vinously increase, “surprising” Mrs. Weston and alarming Emma even before the announcement of snow produces a general atmosphere of alarm. His over-indulgence, once the carriages are in motion and he is alone with Emma, will lead Mr. Elton as the chapter moves to a climax, to “seize her hand . . . making violent love to her”; though her contemptuous rejection sobers him up fast, so that the last image we have of this ill-starred pair is of them sitting in the burning silence of “mutually deep mortification” as the carriage inches its way toward Hartfield through the snow. So the snow panic, my main interest here, is bookended by segments of one of the great drunk scenes in literature—again, this is an experiment Jane Austen does not attempt again in her mature fiction. What is it about Chapter 15?
The main action is set, as is that of the preceding chapter, at Randalls, the Westons’ house, and focuses less on Mr. Elton than on the young Knightleys, on Mr. Woodhouse and his daughter—and on Mr. Knightley. John Knightley, the younger brother, the London lawyer, cool, clever, not-entirely-amiable and distinctly unsociable, is spending an evening out under duress, a constraint which affects most of the Hartfield family: Isabella, John’s sweet-natured wife, is never very willing to be separated from her children; Mr. Woodhouse prefers to have no break or variation in his routine. This party, an opportunity for the newlywed Westons to offer hospitality at Christmastime to their oldest and dearest friends, has been achieved by Mr. Weston’s sociability working alongside Emma’s gift for events management.
As the chapter opens it is getting late, and Mr. Woodhouse, whose postprandial tendency is to withdraw along with the ladies rather than to remain at table with the gentlemen, is already “quite ready to go home” when Mr. John Knightley floors the assembly “with the information of the ground being covered with snow, and of its still snowing fast, with a strong drifting wind.” We have already learned that when he loses patience with his father-in-law’s anxieties, John Knightley expresses that impatience with sarcasm: “I dare say we shall get home very well . . . I dare say we shall all be safe at Hartfield before midnight.” He imparts this with what the narrative wryly terms “a very unfeeling triumph”: not at all a heartless man, as we learn from his kindness to Jane Fairfax later in the novel, John Knightley can be rendered almost savage by his father-in-law’s dithering—probably because he cannot help but recognize that Mr. Woodhouse’s great virtue, his gentleness, is one he himself lacks.
But the snow in Emma is one of those events which provides everyone present with the opportunity to act intensely in character: as John Knightley waxes ever more sardonic, and his wife more passionately and absurdly maternal—“the horror of being blocked up at Randalls, while her children were (a half-mile away) at Hartfield”—Mr. Weston becomes ever more affable and convivial, Mrs. Weston more comforting and kind, Mr. Woodhouse more anxious and nervous, and more dependent on Emma. “What is to be done, my dear Emma? . . . what is to be done?”
But it is the elder Mr. Knightley, who is like his younger brother in “penetration,” but unlike him in forbearance with others’ weakness, whose sterling characteristics jump to life here, as he behaves quickly and calmly—and kindly: and it is so low-key as to be almost invisible. Having “left the room immediately after his brother’s first report of the snow,” while the others were fretting and fussing and worrying each other, he has walked out by himself along the Highbury Road—and, in his report back, the rumored snow, with all its terrors, becomes the real snow, “nowhere above half an inch deep.” He has spoken to the coachmen, which no one else has thought of doing, despite the fact that this is the single Jane Austen novel in which a coachman (James) attains something like the status of a character. And the two experienced servants have told him that there is “nothing to apprehend”—and, of course, where Mr. Woodhouse is concerned, apprehensiveness is all.
But Mr. Knightley’s quiet heroism here should not blind us to Emma’s equally strong-minded behavior: both of them act fast, and they act fast together:
Mr. Knightley and Emma settled it in a few brief sentences: thus—
“Your father will not be easy; why do not you go?”
“I am ready, if the others are.”
“Shall I ring the bell?”
“Yes, do.” And the bell was rung. . . .
A frank, intelligent, mutually confiding, mutually reliant exchange: no “he said,” “she said,” on the author’s part, no demurring and no hesitation on the characters’—here, these two are calmly decisive amidst all the confusion; they are co-operating, they are equal. They are both forceful, and tactful—tactfulness, whatever the weather, being the single most important requirement for survival in Highbury.
Are they not made for each other? Though it will take them more than 300 pages, and well into a very hot summer, before they both know it.
Some reflections: much writing about Jane Austen emphasizes—indeed, presumes—that she rarely if ever uses literary techniques that could be described as symbolism. I think her treatment of weather contradicts this truism, and here, where the snow is at once a metaphor for the cut-off, snow-globe quality of life in Highbury, and a meteorological phenomenon with its origins in a cyclone of the North Pole as it dissipates itself across the North Atlantic to arrive as a light fall of snow in Surrey—we see the way in which, like her contemporary Wordsworth, she weaves together the realistic and the symbolic. The weather is a symbol of the enclosed and circumscribed world in which Emma has grown up, but it is also a part of the endangering real world which threatens and beckons to the inhabitants of this English village. It is like the war in Europe that has been going on for decades—it was “the chances of military life,” after all, that introduced Captain Weston to Miss Churchill and produced Frank. Not fully understood by these inhabitants of a slowly changing rural England, or by anyone who lives through them, and rarely discussed in any depth, both “the weather . . . and the war” (the phrase is from “At the Team’s Head-Brass” by Edward Thomas, who was writing about rural England 100 years later during another war) have deep consequences for these characters.
Quotations are from the Penguin edition of Emma, edited by Ronald Blythe (1976).
First in a series of blog posts celebrating 200 years of Jane Austen’s Emma. To read more about all the posts in the series, visit Emma in the Snow. Last week, Deborah Barnum wrote about “The Publishing History of Jane Austen’s Emma.” Coming soon: guest posts by Theresa Kenney, Dan Macey, Emily Midorikawa, and Emma Claire Sweeney.
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happy birthday to Emma – delighted to be contributing to the celebrations!
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I’m so pleased to include your guest post on “Emma Abroad,” Gillian. Thanks for celebrating with us, and happy holidays to you and yours!
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Awesome essay! I had never really deeply looked at the impact on snow or broadly the whether as part of some decisive features in Austen novels, but now I have food for thought!
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Thank you so much, cirtnecce–all the years I have spent wishing for white Christmases have made me notice snow wherever it turns up! Nora
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Beautiful photograph Sarah, and a wonderfully insightful post Nora on Austen’s “chilly chapter” (love this!) – in Austen’s letter of March 7, 1814, she writes from London: “Here’s a day! – The Ground covered with snow! What is to become of us? –” – she is of course in the middle of writing ‘Emma’ on this date, and has perhaps arrived at Chapter 15, and creates this scene filled with Mr. Woodhouse’s anxiety. Love how you highlight the connection between M. Knightley and Emma in easing his and everyone else’s anxiety with swift action and noting how well they work together!
We are of course awaiting such snowy weather in New England – nothing like last winter and Christmas without snow just doesn’t work somehow…
Thank you for this post – perfectly sets the mood for ‘Emma,’ as we begin the celebration!
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Dear Janeite Deb, thank you for comments on ‘snow’ and your letter connection is very suggestive, too, yours, Nora
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Thanks, Deb. I’m glad you liked Nora’s post and my photo of Lake Newell. Wonderful quotation from the March 1914 letter. We had a warm Christmas Day in Halifax and I didn’t mind the absence of snow one bit. We went to the beach! But I hear there’s a storm coming this weekend….
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Thank you for this beautiful essay! I just shared it.
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Thanks so much for sharing this, Katia! I appreciate it. So glad you enjoyed Nora’s guest post.
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Thank you for giving me another perspective on’Emma’. Loved the essay, can’t wait for some more.
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I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it, Marianne. Like you, I’m looking forward to the future posts in the series. Emma is endlessly fascinating.
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Great start to the series, Nora and Sarah! Nora, I particularly like your final paragraph; I tend to be a “can’t see the forest for the trees” type myself, so I admire a masterful set of general reflections when I see one. And, Sarah, thank you for putting this series together. The contributors list includes many people whose work I admire and several folks I’m proud to know personally, so I’m really looking forward to subsequent posts.
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It’s a pleasure to host this celebration, and I’m very happy you’re joining us! Thanks for your kind words about the series and Nora’s post.
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Wonderful way to begin this series, which I’ve been anticipating. Truthfully, I never had given much thought to weather in Austen, so it was good to reflect on that and how carefully Austen calibrates those circumstances with her character and plot.
I was especially glad you touched on the partnership of Emma & Mr. Knightley in figuring out what to do about the snow. Re-reading the novel this time, I noticed much more the strong friendship between the two – occasionally tested by Emma – but strong ties and based on mutual respect.
There’s an article on Slate today, probably you saw – about the 200th birthday of Emma. It’s a good article. Toward the end, the author says, “Yet Austen does love Emma, who is surely the closest of all Austen’s characters to her creator in temperament, wit, and imagination (if not in wealth).”
I’d never heard this before. Is this a widely held opinion amongst Austen scholars, that Emma is the closest to Jane Austen’s characters? I had another guess as to which character in her oeuvre might represent Austen, but I’m not going to post it until I find out how widely held the Emma hypothesis is.
here’s the Slate article, for those who are interested:
http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/books/2015/12/jane_austen_s_emma_is_the_perfect_novel.html
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Thanks for celebrating with us, maidrya! I’m glad you’re here. I, too, was a bit surprised by the idea that Emma closely resembles her creator. I’ll have to think more about that argument. And, like you, I hadn’t paid all that much attention to the weather, so I’m grateful to Nora for her analysis of its importance in the novel.
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I have never noticed that so many of Jane’s books span about a yea’s time. I have always admired the exchange between Emma and Knightley in this scene. Thanks for the post, and looking forward to this series!
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I’m glad you liked it, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the series!
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Lovely post and such a fitting way to kick off the celebrations! I love the snow globe image, and can see very well how the snow (and later the heat) “shake up” the inhabitants of Highbury, as does the arrival of Frank Churchill. Beautifully stated.
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I agree, the snow globe image works very well. So glad you enjoyed the first post in the series!
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I’m massively behind as usual, but now that I’m getting caught up, I really enjoyed reading this. I’m so glad you noted one of my favorite scenes in Emma (there are so many) in which after the snow is announced on Christmas Eve, when everyone else is uselessly talking and worrying, Emma and Mr. Knightley come together and just fix it. It’s such a lovely bit of foreshadowing of their eventual closer relationship.
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It’s such a great scene, and that combination of forcefulness and tact is impressive. I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed Nora’s guest post. Thanks for celebrating with us–and I’m looking forward to reading your piece on Miss Bates.
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Diana Birchall alerted us on the Janeite lists to this series, so a thanks to her. I too am behindhand. I found lovely writing in this essay and chapter 15 is one of my favorites in Emma. Austen has an enormous amount of fun with this chapter, poking fun at the “tempest in a teapot” panic of privileged people having to deal with a half-mile drive in half an inch of snow–satire at its finest!
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Welcome to the series, Diane, and thank you to Diana for spreading the word. It’s lovely to see you here! This particular chapter, with its tempest in a teapot/snowglobe, is priceless. Hope you enjoy the rest of the series.
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Great post! I’ve thought a lot about this scene, so very nice to get your perspective on it, Nora! Love your observation that everyone becomes more themselves in this ‘crisis’ and the image of Highbury as a snow globe. Happy belated birthday, *Emma*! And thanks again Sarah for organizing this series, looking forward to reading more and to contributing.
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Thank you, Kate. I’m happy that you’re celebrating with us!
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