Welcome to my tour stop: excerpt from Godmersham Park by Gill Hornby! I am definitely a fan of Jane Austen and a purist when it comes to her work. I appreciate nods to her characters and stories within other historical novels, but I don't like
too much reference, use of her plots, characters, retellings and the like. As such, there are many novels that I am too protective to appreciate. This book, however, I am super excited for. It's a novel
about the Austen family and influences, that seems bent on historical accuracy and attention to detail and I just can't wait to dive in - it comes out tomorrow! Keep reading for your exclusive sneak peak!
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Chapter XI
‘Miss Sharp!’
Fanny burst into the Godmersham attic. ‘Look!’ She brandished a letter.
‘All that time, I was expecting to hear by the morning post, and it came
by the evening.’
They both studied the paper, weighed up its
width and its quality, ran their eyes over it to judge the length of
what was written upon it. ‘In my mind’s eye, I had seen myself receiving
it at breakfast and reading it there, just as Mama does. I mean, like a
proper young lady.’ She worried at her lip. ‘But now is just as good,
is it not?’
‘I should say it is a fine time for the reading of
letters,’ Anne reassured her. ‘A lovely end to the day. And remember,
my dear, if this is to be a full correspondence, you can look forward to
more in the future . . .’
Fanny breathed out. ‘You are so right. I am beginning to think, Miss Sharp, that you are in the habit of being right on all matters. So, what happens now?’
Anne
was becoming a little concerned by her pupil’s over-keen sense of
deference. If they went on like this, Fanny would soon be incapable of
putting one foot in front of the other without appealing for guidance.
‘I suggest that you read it?’
‘Oh,’ Fanny gave a little laugh. ‘Of course! Shall we do so together?’
‘No, my dear,’ replied Anne, though she was not unintrigued. ‘This is to you.’
Fortunately, Fanny – who was one of the world’s great- est sharers – chose to read it out loud:
My dear Fanny,
Your
letter occasioned such joy among all in your Bath family – but in me,
in particular. I cannot imagine what I have done to deserve such an
honour – and nor can your superior aunt, my dear sister. When the post
came for me, there was a danger that she might drop dead from sheer
jealousy, but I quickly revived her with my shrewd observation –
Cassandra is harder to spell and consumes too much ink. God bless my
short, simple name!
We all marvelled at hearing your Godmersham
news, and you have the advantage of me. How can my dull existence
compare with the revelation that you have a new governess? It is clear
she is a woman of substance for your pen was clear and the contents
quite perfect. If you are so kind as to reply to me now,
please do us the favour of addressing the following concerns. We all
long to know what books you are reading – in particular, which poets?
Your grandfather desires that you acquire a sound basis in Shakespeare
and, as always – he cannot be helped – issues a plea on behalf of the
Classics. Is your Miss S. – among her other perfections – strong in the
Classics? If so, then she is truly a paragon.
As you know, your
Grandmama has been most unwell and the worry and fear has kept us at
home more than is usual. But I am here to report she is now well on the
mend, and her spirits returned to their usual height. It cannot be long
before we return to the social round. Though I am relieved that the
illness is over, I cannot rejoice at being turned out of doors. The
streets of Bath are made so dirty by this dreadful wet weather – it
keeps one in a perpetual state of inelegance.
We all look forward to hearing from you again, and pray you send our love to all of the Godmersham family.
Your fond Aunt,
Jane Austen.
Each
expressed their delight in tones of great rapture and agreed it to be
one of the greatest – possibly the best – letter yet to be written.
Fanny read it twice more, so as to be thoroughly sure, before
disappearing down to the library to share it anew. Anne, at last, was
able to pick up her own pen, and then Sally came in.
The sullen maid of Anne’s first evening had warmed into a garrulous creature and now, while Anne sat alone working,
Sally would work alongside her. Her clear philosophy was that, while
the hands toiled at tidying and cleaning, the tongue should not idle.
‘What
is it you’re up to there, miss?’ She was sifting through Fanny’s
drawers and refolding the inexpertly folded. ‘Another letter, is it? You
do write a lot of letters and no mistake.’ She came and looked over
Anne’s shoulder. Anne covered her page. ‘Don’t worry about that, miss.
All scribbles to me.’
‘You cannot read or write, Sally?’ Anne
felt that glorious, prickling anticipation of a new project. ‘Would
you like me to teach you? When is your afternoon off ? I am sure I could
spare a few hours every week.’ She was quite magnificent in her own
generosity.
‘Ta, miss, but I’m right as I am.’ Sally went back to
her work. ‘My afternoons off are my afternoons off, thanking you very
much. I go out on the gad, then, with Becky.’ Anne picked up her pen
again, crushed. Suddenly intrigued, she put it back down. ‘You must be
most expert gadders to find any gadding to be had in Godmersham,
surely?’ The village did not even have a shop, let alone a High Street.
Anne had found no amusements beyond solitary walks. How does one even
begin to gad in a field? ‘You’d be surprised, miss. There’s some new
lads down
at the tithe barn.’ Sally gave a little shriek. ‘Ooh, but we do like a laugh with them.’
‘And Mrs Salkeld does not object?’ Anne herself could never be so brave as to incur the wrath of the housekeeper.
Sally
shrugged her thin shoulders. ‘If she does, she daren’t say so. We’re
still young, miss. Got to enjoy your- self, haven’t you? It’s only a
job, after all. If they stopped me, I’d tell them to stick it.’
Anne
paused to reflect on their relative positions. She was certainly paid
more, but Sally – with her uniform and its upkeep provided – had fewer
expenses. Sally enjoyed hours off in the day and the companionship of
life in the servants’ hall; Anne belonged neither to staff nor family,
was almost always on duty and, when not, entirely alone. It appeared
that a maid could make an exhibition of her- self abroad and it was
tolerated, yet if a governess were to attract even the eye of a
gentleman, she would face instant dismissal. The comparison provided
food for thought on the question of privilege and the cost of its
benefits.
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On January 21, 1804, Anne Sharpe arrives at Godmersham Park in Kent to
take up the position of governess. At thirty-one years old, she has no previous
experience of either teaching or fine country houses. Her mother has died, and
she has nowhere else to go. Anne is left with no choice. For her new
charge—twelve-year-old Fanny Austen—Anne's arrival is all novelty and
excitement.
The governess role is a uniquely awkward one. Anne is neither one of the
servants, nor one of the family, and to balance a position between the
"upstairs" and "downstairs" members of the
household is a diplomatic chess game. One wrong move may result in instant
dismissal. Anne knows that she must never let down her guard.
When Mr. Edward Austen's family comes to stay, Anne forms an immediate
attachment to Jane. They write plays together and enjoy long discussions.
However, in the process, Anne reveals herself as not merely pretty, charming,
and competent; she is clever too. Even her sleepy, complacent, mistress can
hardly fail to notice.
Meanwhile Jane's brother, Henry, begins to take an unusually strong interest in
the lovely young governess. And from now on, Anne's days at Godmersham Park are
numbered.
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