Dancing Austen style, with a touch of extra historical accuracy

Those of us who have been involved enough in the Jane Austen Society have certainly gotten the chance to dance Regency-style; the annual meeting always has a ball, as often do similar smaller meetings, and yesterday wasn’t the first local meeting I attended that gave us all a chance to dance.  But actual information on how Regency dancing was really done aren’t quite as common.  Yesterday, however, here in DC, we got one, from dance historian Susan de Guardiola, who gave us a lecture before taking us through three dances.

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Love and Friendship & X-Men: Apocalypse

The problem with a movie having  a guaranteed audience is that the people making it are more likely than usual to get lazy, to think they don’t have to create a masterpiece, because they’ll make money anyway.  This weekend, I saw two very different movies with two very different guaranteed audiences, both of which I think feel victim to this phenomenon, but to different extents.

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In Memoriam. Again.

Seriously, fuck cancer and fuck this week. Any other wonderful British men of 69 you care to take away from us? Unique ones too: there will certainly never be another David Bowie, and I don’t think there’ll be another Alan Rickman either. So many hats he wore, many of them villainous, but that was certainly not all he was capable of.

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Back from Montreal

My experience of Montreal this past week can pretty much be divided into two halves: things that happened before the Jane Austen Society of North America’s annual conference began, which mostly consisted of exploring Montreal, and the more academic Mansfield Park-themed pursuits that happened after.  I’m afraid I enjoyed the former much more.

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Jane Austen Summer Program at UNC-CH: Pride and Prejudice at 200

In Chapel Hill, NC last weekend the local Austen scholars held a gathering of Austenites for what was supposed to be combined academic/pop pursuits related to Pride and Prejudice, the first such meeting ever there but they want to make it an annual tradition. Mom was invited to sit on a roundtable/panel related to the movie adaptations(something she has blogged a lot about) and I accompanied her there for what amounted to three days of mostly academic Austen pursuits, with some dancing thrown in.

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Clyde’s at Gallery Place

Attended a Jane Austen meeting/lecture held at the Clyde’s restaurant next to the Verizon Center.  The lecture itself involved more Byron than Austen and I didn’t really succeed in following what the guy was saying.  What struck me the most about the experience was instead the restaurant.

There’s another Clyde’s I’m more familiar with, a restaurant close enough to where I work we’ve had farewell lunches and last year’s holiday party there.  It was large but not overly so, and somewhat overpriced but at least more or less edible.  I figured this would be much the same.

Before getting there mom and I were a little worried about finding the restaurant on the block.  We needn’t have been.  It was a large two-story structure with CLYDE’S in large gold letters on it.  I knew it was accessible from both the street and the mall it’s attached to, but it seemed almost as big as said mall.  From the inside as well; there were corridors in that place.  There was an elevator.  I’m not sure where this elevator led to, but there was one.

The room in which we were holding the meeting was a fancy place, too.  Quite sizable, of course, with a bar, and silver chandeliers on chains.  The walls were lined with paintings and sculptures all of race horses, and with silver plates, and other silver objects behind glass panes.  I got the impression of it trying to resemble some sort of old English club.  It left me with the feeling that most people who meet in that room tended to be more wealthy groups than JASNA, especially because we’d had to pay quite a bit to RSVP for that meeting.  I didn’t really like that feeling. I liked it even less when the food proved a choice between three very fancy dishes where I had to make a guess at which one might be edible.  Unfortunately I guessed dead wrong, and so had no lunch today.  It was a relief to get out of there.

I am wary of expensive restaurants in general for that, but I’ve been to ones where the food has been good, and sometimes I haven’t even felt out of place at all.  The Babbo’s in Greenwich Village, for instance, where my family ate last August, where an ordinary family can splurge every once in a great while and not feel at all awkward.  This, on the other hand, was the epitome of why so many of them aren’t worth it unless you’re a rich snob.  Thankfully our office’s holiday party next week is being held somewhere else this year.

Much Ado About a Picture

Who is this mysterious regency lady?

Attended a Jane Austen Society luncheon/lecture today about the Austen subject of the hour: the Byrne portrait, a miniature(though the images of it going around make it look more like a bigature!) that claims to be of Austen on the back, and its current owner has been hawking it as a recently noticed authentic drawing of her, when we only have two sketches by sister Cassandra, only one of which shows her face, though a number of people, including my mother, are rather skeptical.

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