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This is entirely azdak's fault for the sentence Three or four families at an imperial court is the very thing to work on! Anyway, NiF is making me think of missing works from the English literary canon, so here is one of them. I am absolutely not writing the rest, although I quite fancy somebody's else's version of what happened when Lin Chen found himself in Highbury

Lin Shu

Lin Shu, handsome, clever, and brave, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty years in the world with very little to distress or vex him.

He was the eldest of the children of a most affectionate father and mother, and had, in consequence of the General's military genius and his own early promise, moved rapidly up the ranks of the army from a very early age. His fiancée was an excellent young woman of good family and similar temperament, and though he had no brothers any want of this nature had been supplied by his cousins, in particular the seventh son of the Emperor, Prince Jingyan, who had fallen in no way short of a brother in affection.

Despite these circumstances, the real evils indeed of Lin Shu's situation, were not, as the reader might be naturally inclined to suspect, the power of having rather too much his own way and a disposition to think a little too well of himself, possessed though he was of these qualities. Rather the disadvantages that threatened alloy to his many enjoyments were a paranoid autocrat for an uncle and a number of individuals who were all too keen to have the noble and honourable Prince Qi and all his supporters put out of the way for good. The danger, however, was at present so unperceived, that it did not by any means rank as a credible misfortune with him.

I’ve been re-reading Emma to inaugurate my Christmas-present Kindle, on the grounds that getting used to a new delivery system with an old favourite may be better advised than plunging into something new. I love Emma (and Emma), having done it for A-Level*, but I haven’t read it for several years and there is always something to catch my attention. On this occasion, it is how really, really awful Mr Woodhouse is, how damaging Emma is to Harriet, and as compensation for the second, that Emma, normally the world’s least selfless person, really does suffer for her father’s sake. Whatever his faults, when Darcy and Bingley ride into town, Mr Bennett calls on them. The reader may feel sure that Mr Woodhouse would not.

And then after all the no-holds-barred skewering of the follies, foibles, and sheer self-centredness of the rich, you get Austen’s introductory portrait of Miss Bates, a glorious example of telling over showing**. It starts off as the portrait of a woman utterly without distinction, and ends up as something entirely different.

[Mrs. Bates’s] daughter enjoyed a most uncommon degree of popularity for a woman neither young, handsome, rich, nor married. Miss Bates stood in the very worst predicament in the world for having much of the public favour; and she had no intellectual superiority to make atonement to herself, or frighten those who might hate her into outward respect. She had never boasted either beauty or cleverness. Her youth had passed without distinction, and her middle of life was devoted to the care of a failing mother, and the endeavour to make a small income go as far as possible. And yet she was a happy woman, and a woman whom no one named without good-will. It was her own universal good-will and contented temper which worked such wonders. She loved every body, was interested in every body's happiness, quicksighted to every body's merits; thought herself a most fortunate creature, and surrounded with blessings in such an excellent mother, and so many good neighbours and friends, and a home that wanted for nothing. The simplicity and cheerfulness of her nature, her contented and grateful spirit, were a recommendation to every body, and a mine of felicity to herself.

Miss Bates is that rare creature, an Austen character who is genuinely without side and without agenda. She has simultaneously nothing and everything to recommend her. Poor and silly she may be, but her worth as portrayed here is undeniable.

I’ve just reached Emma and Mr Knightley’s row over Harriet Smith and Robert Martin in chapter 8 in which it strikes me that, in addition to the biases existing on either side,*** surely a substantial part of the disagreement is owed to the fact that Mr Knightley, having heard Martin’s intentions, thinks in the midst of it to the effect that “Emma will be pleased by this”, trots up to Hartfield as soon as he has a moment, gets rid of Mr Woodhouse in preparation for a shared gossip – and finds that his highly-prized news is not only outdated, but disdained. No wonder he sees red; this wasn’t how the conversation was supposed to go, and while he may not yet have recognised the reason that he wants to impress Emma, he suffers all the disappointments of not doing so.

*I had a remarkably fine set of A-level texts, A Winter’s Tale and Howard's End notwithstanding. Even though three of them had also been done by my parents

**Miss Bates is terribly hard done by in adaptations.

***One of the great things about Austen is that, while Emma is absolutely in the wrong in terms of the specific situation, a number of her general points to Mr Knightley are in fact right, and his to her concerning Harriet, wrong.