Deborah YaffeJan 30, 2020Keeping up with the Janeites, Part IIIn September, we suspected. We hoped. We crossed our fingers. And now it’s confirmed. In perhaps the least likely household on Planet...
Deborah YaffeJan 27, 2020Jane's carLast December, the owner of a very trendy new car got into a minor accident on an English roadway. And thus we learned some exciting...
Deborah YaffeJan 23, 2020On this day in 1817. . .Fifty-first in an occasional series of excerpts from Jane Austen's letters. It’s an occupational hazard of the writing life that once...
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 YaffeJan 16, 2020Have another oneJust when you thought it was safe to put some cookies in the oven, toss a few snowballs, and top your hot chocolate with a dollop of...
Deborah YaffeJan 13, 2020BewitchingSearch engine optimization and web analytics are topics about which I know very little. (OK: nothing.) So when Google sends me its...
Deborah YaffeJan 9, 2020Meg, Jo, Elinor, MarianneLike all American girls, I loved Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women, and when I shared it with my daughter many years after my first...
Deborah YaffeJan 6, 2020Excessively fond of a cottageIf only the Austens had invested in Steventon real estate. Back in 1801, as Janeites will recall, the Rev. George Austen moved out of the...
Deborah YaffeJan 2, 2020Eighty years onThe year that began yesterday will not bring us any important Jane Austen anniversaries: The bicentenaries of her death and of the...
