Why do readers object to the romance between Emma and Mr. Knightley? | Sarah Emsley
Everything you ever wanted to know about Mr. Knightley in Emma, written by The whole brother-sister relationship they have going dissolves somewhere. of my two Austen bookclubs can't stand the Emma/Mr. Knightley relationship. Does it bother you that Mr. Knightley is so much older than Emma? .. I prefer “ refreshingly naive”, as a meme I found earlier this week says. Emma and Knightley original portrait painting on Jane Austen Emma book page .. Emma One of my favorite quotes haha, and one of my favorite activities:) the influence that domesticity, gender and family relationships had on her life and .
This sets into motion a series of events that completely alters everyone's lives--and the Knightleys' marriage. Perhaps I've seen the Gwynneth Paltrow version of "Emma" too many times to be able to accurately perceive the truth in this from the actual story, but it seemed to me that Emma, by the time she married Mr.
Knightley, had undergone a transformation in the way she viewed other people. She seemed less of a snob, less concerned about status and such.
This, however, is far from the Emma that Mrs. Her Emma was just as haughty and snobbish--and judgmental--as the "real" Emma from the start of Jane Austen's novel. No transformation had been made after even a year of marriage, which I find extremely hard to believe. How could two people--as portrayed by Jane Austen--with so much ability to make themselves known and heard by the other suffer through so many months of a sudden lack of communication?
There were times I just wanted to smack both of them and shout, "Talk to each other! And while I appreciated not having to read about it I heartily disapprove and dislike when authors use descriptive sex scenesparticularly in Austen continuations. I believe she would roll over in her grave at such thingsI find it extremely hard to believe that there was no passion in their marriage, as Mrs. Billington would have us believe.
Finally, while Frank Churchill's character is far from reproach in "Emma", I cannot believe he is so bad, so inherently wicked, as Mrs. Knightley concerning his rumoured affection for the charming Jane Fairfax: You would not come and sit with us in this comfortable way if you were married. Jane Fairfax is a very charming young woman-but not even Jane Fairfax is perfect.
She has a fault. She has not the open temper which a man would wish for in a wife. Emma could not but rejoice that she had a fault Emma reflecting on Jane Fairfax: Since her last conversation with Mrs Weston and Mr.
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Knightley, she was more conscience-stricken about Jane Fairfax than she had often been. Knightley's words dwelt with her. The Knightleys and Emma compare handwriting: Isabella and Emma, I think, do write very much alike. I have not always known their writing apart.
Yes - there is a likeness. I know what you mean - but Emma's hand is the strongest. Frank Churchill writes one of the best gentleman's hands I ever saw. I do not admire it.
It is too small - wants strength. It is like a woman's writing. This was not submitted to by either lady. They vindicated him against the base aspersion. Weston any letter about her to produce? I have a note of his. Do not you remember, Mrs. Weston, employing him to write for you one day? Frank Churchill," said Mr. Knightley drily, "writes to a fair lady like Miss Woodhouse, he will, of course, put forth his best.
Knightley spar over who is best able to take care of the boys: And as to my dear little boys, I must say, that if Aunt Emma has not time for them, I do not think they would fare much better with Uncle Knightley, who is absent from home about five hours where she is absent one; and who, when he is at home, is either reading to himself or settling accounts.
Mr Knightley seemed to be trying not to smile; and succeeded without difficulty, upon Mrs Elton's beginning to talk to him. Emma reflects about Frank: She was soon convinced that it was not for herself she was feeling apprehensive or embarrassed-it was for him. Her own attachment had really subsided into a mere nothing-it was not worth thinking of. When it is certain that Frank will return, and the ball will be held: All was safe and prosperous; and as the removal of one solicitude generally makes way for another, Emma now being certain of her ball, began to adopt as the next vexation Mr.
Knightley's provoking indifference about it. Either becuase he did not dance himself, or because the plan had been formed without his being consulted, he seemed resolved that it should not interest him, determined against its exciting any present curiousity, or affording him any future amusement. To her voluntary communications Emma could get no more approving reply than: If the Westons think it worth while to be at all this trouble for a few hours of noisy entertainment I have nothing to say against it, but that they shall not choose pleasures for me.
I must be there; I could not refuse; and I will keep as much awake as I can; but I would rather be home, looking over William Larkins's week's account; much rather, I confess. Pleasure in seeing dancing! Not I, indeed - I never look at it - I do not know who does.
Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward.
Mr. Knightley's Diary
Those who are standing by are usually thinking of something very different. It was not in compliment to Jane Fairfax, however, that he was so indifferent, or so indignant; he was not guided by her feelings in reprobating the ball, for she enjoyed the thought of it to an extraordinary degree. It made her animated - open-hearted It was not to oblige Jane Fairfax, therefore, that he would have preferred the society of William Larkins. Emma contemplates Mr Knightley's dashing appearance: She was more disturbed by Mr Knightley not dancing than by anything else.
There he was among the standers-by, where he ought not to be; he ought to be dancing, not classing himself with the husbands, and fathers, and whist-players, who were pretending to feel an interest in the dance till their rubbers were made-up, -so young as he looked!
He could not have appeared to greater advantage perhaps anywhere, than where he had placed himself. His tall, firm, upright figure, among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the eldery men, was such as Emma felt must draw everybody's eyes Whenever she caught his eye, she forced him to smile; but in general he was looking grave. She wished he could love a ballroom better, and could like Frank Churchill better. She must not flatter herself that he thought of her dancing, but if he were criticising her behaviour, she did not feel afraid.
Mr Knightley leading Harriet to the set! Never had she been more surprised, seldom more delighted, than at that instant. She was all pleasure and gratitude, both for herself and Harriet, and longed to be thanking him.
She hesitated a moment, and then replied, "With you, if you will ask me. You have shown that you can dance, and you know we are not really so much brother and sister as to make it improper.
Mr. Knightley's Diary (Jane Austen Heroes, #2) by Amanda Grange
This little explanation with Mr. Knightley gave Emma considerable pleasure. It was one of the agreeable recollections of the ball, which she walked about the lawn the next morning to enjoy Harriet rational, Frank Churchill not too much in love, and Mr. Knightley not wanting to quarrel with her, how very happy a summer must be before her! Emma, in a conversation with Harriet: Mr Knightley and I both saying we liked it, and Mr Elton's seeming resolved to learn to like it too.
I perfectly remember it. Stop-Mr Knightley was standing just here, was not he? I have an idea he was standing just here. Knightley reflects on Frank Churchill: Mr Knightley, who, for some reason best known to himself, had certainly taken an early dislike to Frank Churchill, was only growing to dislike him more.
He began to suspect him of some double-dealing in his pursuit of Emma.
That Emma was his object appeared indisputable. Every thing declared it; his own attentions, his father's hints, his mother-in-law's guarded silence; it was all in unison; words, conduct, discretion, and indiscretion, told the same story. But while so many were devoting him to Emma, and Emma herself making him over to Harriet, Mr. Knightley began to suspect him of some inclination to trifle with Jane Fairfax. He could not understand it; but there were symptoms of intelligence between them -- he thought so at least -- symptoms of admiration on his side, which, having once observed, he could not persuade himself to think entirely void of meaning, however he might wish to escape any of Emma's errors of imagination.
She was not present when the suspicion first arose. He was dining with the Randalls' family, and Jane, at the Eltons'; and he had seen a look, more than a single look, at Miss Fairfax, which, from the admirer of Miss Woodhouse, seemed somewhat out of place. When he was again in their company, he could not help remembering what he had seen; nor could he avoid observations which, unless it were like Cowper and his fire at twilight, "Myself creating what I saw," brought him yet stronger suspicion of there being a something of private liking, of private understanding even, between Frank Churchill and Jane.
After the puzzle incident: Knightley] remained at Hartfield after all the rest, his thoughts full of what he had seen; so full, that when the candles came to assist his observations, he must - yes, he certainly must, as a friend - an anxious friend - give Emma some hint, ask her some question.
He could not see her in a situation of such danger without trying to preserve her. It was his duty. I saw the word, and am curious to know how it could be so entertaining to the one, and so very distressing to the other. She could not endure to give him the true explanation; for though her suspicions were by no means removed, she was really ashamed of having ever imparted them He had hoped she would speak again, but she did not.
She would rather busy herself about anything than speak. He sat a little while in doubt. A variety of evils crossed his mind. Interference - fruitless interference. Emma's confusion, and the acknowledged intimacy, seemed to declare her affection engaged. Yet he would speak. He owed it to her to risk anything that might be involved in an unwelcome itnerference, rather than her welfare; to encounter anything, rather than remembrance of neglect in such a cause.
Frank Churchill and Miss Jane Fairfax? Why do you make a doubt of it? She spoke with a confidence which staggered, with a satisfaction which silenced Mr Knightley. She was in gay spirits, and would have prolonged the conversation, wanting to hear the particulars of his supicions, every look described, and all the wheres and hows of a circumstance which highly entertained her; but his gaiety did not meed hers. He found he could not be useful, and his feelings were too much irritated for talking.
That he might not be irritated into an absolute fever by the fire which Mr. Woodhouse's tender habits required almost every evening throughout the year, he soon afterwards took a hasty leave, and walked home to the coolness and solitude of Donwell Abbey.
Emma's cosmic connection to Donwell Abbey, as felt on the day of the Strawberry Outing: It was so long since Emma had been at the Abbey, that as soon as she was satisfied with her father's comfort, she was glad to leave him and look around her; eager to refresh and correct her memory with more particular observation, more exact understanding of a house and grounds which must ever be so interesting to her and all her family.
She felt all the honest pride and complacency which her alliance with the present and future proprietor could fairly warrant, as she viewed the respectably size and style of the building, its suitable, becoming, characteristic situation, low and sheltered; its ample gardens stretching down the meadows washed by a stream, all of which the Abbey, with all the old neglect of prospect, had scarcely a sight - and with its abundance of timber in rows and avenues, which neither fashion nor extravagance had rooted up.
The house was larger than Hartfield, and totally unlike it, covering a good deal of ground, rambling and irregular, with many comfortable, and one or two handsome rooms. It was just what it ought to be, and it looked what it was; and Emma felt an increasing respect for it, as the residence of a family of such true gentility, untainted in blood and understanding. Some faults of temper John Knightley had; but Isabella had connected herself unexceptionally. She had given them neither men, nor names, nor places, that could raise a blush.
These were pleasant feelings, and she walked about and indulged them till it was necessary to do as the others did, and collect round the strawberry-beds. The Box Hill Incident: This is not pleasant to you, Emma-and it is very far from pleasant to me; but I must, I will-I tell you the truths while I can She continued to look back, but in vain She was vexed beyond what could have been expressed-almost beyond what she could conceal.
Never had she felt so agitated, mortified, grieved, at any circumstance in her life. She was forcibly struck. The truth of his representaion there was no denying. She felt it in her heart. And how suffer him to leave her without saying one word of gratitude, of concurrence, of common kindness!
It was not unlikely, she thought, that she might see Mr Knightley in her way Her eyes were towards Donwell as she walked, but she saw him not. Knightley leaves for London: He looked at her with a warm glow of regard.Emma 1x02 Clip 2-Emma and Knightley make up
She was warmly gratified-and in another moment or so, by a little movement of more than common friendliness on his part. He took her hand, pressed it, and certainly was on the point of carrying it to his lips, when, from some fancy or other, he suddenly let it go.
It was with him of so simple, yet so dignified a nature. Weston implores Emma to come to Randalls: Break it to me! Mr Weston, tell me at once. Something has happened in Brunswick Square. I know it has. Later on in the visit, Mrs.