Time slowed. The sound of metal against metal was excruciating on the ears. It was over in seconds. But the thoughts that had been running through my head while it was happening were complex and detailed. It was like I was in a scene from a movie. Choices, actions, reactions and then – impact!
I was driving below the speed limit straight along the perfectly straight road. With disbelief I saw the car turning from the side street towards me and into my path. I saw the look of shock on the driver’s face as she realised she was going to hit me.
All I could think about was my 21 year old daughter who was asleep in the passenger seat next to me. My thoughts were entirely protective. I felt like mother bear protecting her cub. Something primal and energy filled roared within me, yet kept me calm and rational, as I determined my options. This was more than an emotion, more than a feeling, it was like an energy force.
If Jane Austen was alive today she’d shudder at the notions that some people view her (both favourably and unfavourably) as an old fashioned romance writer. Jane Austen was a ‘people watcher’. Her writing is about everyday people exposed to ordinary emotions and events (including love) and her novels rather than being romances, are reflections of reality with a good dose of comedy. Her characters are believable because they’re just like people we all know and have met regularly through daily living. The settings and social rules change from where we are today, in time and place, but in essence, people are still people, flawed and imperfect. With such material, found all around her to base her writing upon, Austen created her imaginary characters, paying delightful attention to the humorous possibilities they created.
A few weeks ago I went to see the movie “Love and Friendship” based on the novella “Lady Susan”. The promo material says, “Based on Jane Austen’s comic gem”. A review from Tim Robey, The Telegraph, says “Flat-out hilarious.” And it was flat-out hilarious!!!! At one stage I found myself laughing so much that I was crying, as did some of the others in my group. One person in our group who has an infectiously delightful loud laugh, roared heartily throughout. As the movie ended, our group of five started talking animatedly about the movie. And then… !!!!
In front of us were a group of ladies who clearly take Jane Austen as a not to be laughed at, serious writer of good old-fashioned tradition. They turned to our group, in particular to our hearty laughing member, and one lady amongst them launched into a tirade of negativity about how it was a serious movie, and one for grown-ups to attend, and how the laughter had spoiled their evening, particularly the loud laughter. She went on and on. Her friends nodding and agreeing, huge frowns on their faces. I was shocked and speechless. The people behind us (who had also been laughing) were also shocked. How anyone could miss the humour device Austen clearly uses was a shock in itself. A greater shock was their rudeness in assuming their entitlement to have everyone else in the theatre appreciate the movie in the way they wanted it appreciated.
I have just learned to crochet. This in itself is not a big thing. There are millions of people all over the world who know how to crochet. But not me. Crochet has been my stumbling block. My grandmother crocheted. She tried to teach me. My mother crocheted. She tried to teach me. My daughter and I tried to learn together a couple of summers ago. She mastered it. I didn’t. I was beginning to think that it was just too darn difficult!
My mother and my daughter were talking about this a few weeks back and commenting how it was weird that I’d never managed to crochet when I can do all kinds of other arts and crafts. Give me a crochet hook and yarn and I was a fumble fingers. So I’d just about totally given up!
Our hotel was in the city centre. We’d spent the morning walking around the streets and stopped to pick up some groceries to stock up our son’s flatting supplies. Carrying a couple of bags we left the store and realised we hadn’t got everything.
I stayed outside with our bags at the next store, while Andrew nipped in to get bananas. Just outside the doorway was a beggar. She had an open empty bag at her feet branded with the same supermarket logo I was carrying. I moved sideways to the next doorway.
Some men walked past. They grumbled about beggars taking up the pavement. “Go home!” they said.
Two beautifully groomed and dressed young women in business suits were walking towards us and talking animatedly to each other. I thought that in their busy conversation they weren’t looking where they were walking and were about to trip over the beggar.
I was at a function recently seated at a table of complete strangers. It wasn’t a Christian setting and I had no reason to think those that we were seated with were followers of Jesus. We exchanged the usual small talk with each other over several hours.
The woman next to me told me about how she and her husband had moved from their family home into a new townhouse a couple of years prior. We were talking about how easy it is to get to know your neighbours when you have children, how it’s hard to find community in new housing areas, but how busy we get with our current daily lives and how hard it’s to find time to even catch up with friends and family let alone neighbours.
All of a sudden she stopped mid-sentence – “What am I saying?” she said. “I don’t want to get to know my neighbours!”
Did you see the movie The Truman Show? The character played by Jim Carrey was in a reality TV show, only he didn’t know it. From the time of his birth, all through to his adulthood, millions of viewers had watched his daily life.
As we watch the movie, we get to see both what these fictional viewers are seeing, but also what’s going on behind the scenes as well. There’s one scene where he looks into a mirror and talks to himself. It’s a cringe moment – a private moment for him, but we feel the invasion into his life because we know what he doesn’t know – that it’s a public moment and he’s being watched by millions.
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and talked to yourself? Looked yourself straight in the eye and told your mirror-self things to be heard by your own ears only? After all, you’re the only one who knows exactly what’s going on in your head. You know your fears, your hopes, your weaknesses, your strengths, your prejudices, your vulnerabilities.