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关于Jane Austen的评论文章我读过的，觉得最好的是C. S. Lewis的A Note on Jane Austen，里面有一部分就是关于Persuasion。可惜文章在网上找不到，你需要到图书馆去找Lewis的文学评论集Selected Literary Essays，或者Jane Austen, a collection of critical essays是Austen的评论集。
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我以前在酒庄贴了一篇关于Jane Austen的评论文章Ten questions on Jane Austen挺有意思。里面有一小部分同Persuasion有关。比如这一段$ c8 m' _4 B6 n8 ]0 ^ Q
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Age matters very much to characters in Austen's novels: think of Elizabeth Elliot in Persuasion, unmarried at 29 and approaching "the years of danger". The age of a young woman (but also a man) determines her (or his) marriage prospects. In Pride and Prejudice, Charlotte Lucas is 27 when she snares Mr Collins, her age spurring her to waste no time when he heaves into view.( V9 h" H: ?! f. a5 J3 [$ h
* e, l( x! s# u"A woman of seven and twenty ... can never hope to feel or inspire affection again," declares Marianne Dashwood in Sense and Sensibility. She is, however, an absurd 17-year-old: judgments of what is inevitable at any given age are invariably ridiculous failures of imagination. Lady Russell in Persuasion thinks that Charles Musgrove would not have been good enough for Anne Elliot when she was 19, but once she is 22 and still unmarried, he becomes quite a catch, so quickly does a young woman's bloom fade. Yet Lady Russell is usually wrong about things, and at the ripe age of 27 (that number again) Anne gets the man she loves.
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这篇文章的作者John Mullen还专门出过本书What Matters in Jane Austen?，我读过挺不错，你也可以找来看看。
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下面抄一段Persuasion里很有名也是我觉得很了不起的一段，来自小说的第9章，不知道你是否已经读到那儿。
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$ z0 H5 M1 h8 y0 {0 q- y+ YOne morning, very soon after the dinner at the Musgroves, at which Anne had not been present, Captain Wentworth walked into the drawing-room at the Cottage, where were only herself and the little invalid Charles, who was lying on the sofa.
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4 E$ Q, a4 [/ H p4 h* v* d$ g( EThe surprise of finding himself almost alone with Anne Elliot, deprived his manners of their usual composure: he started, and could only say, "I thought the Miss Musgroves had been here: Mrs Musgrove told me I should find them here," before he walked to the window to recollect himself, and feel how he ought to behave.
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) J9 B$ z# R& s0 K7 a& i* e+ S7 M"They are up stairs with my sister: they will be down in a few moments, I dare say," had been Anne's reply, in all the confusion that was natural; and if the child had not called her to come and do something for him, she would have been out of the room the next moment, and released Captain Wentworth as well as herself.0 q- l: t0 }& j0 e5 z
+ M7 A" M' \- V6 T7 DHe continued at the window; and after calmly and politely saying, "I hope the little boy is better," was silent.4 R; q) N) ^; Y' `* E
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She was obliged to kneel down by the sofa, and remain there to satisfy her patient; and thus they continued a few minutes, when, to her very great satisfaction, she heard some other person crossing the little vestibule. She hoped, on turning her head, to see the master of the house; but it proved to be one much less calculated for making matters easy--Charles Hayter, probably not at all better pleased by the sight of Captain Wentworth than Captain Wentworth had been by the sight of Anne.
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She only attempted to say, "How do you do? Will you not sit down? The others will be here presently."
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Captain Wentworth, however, came from his window, apparently not ill-disposed for conversation; but Charles Hayter soon put an end to his attempts by seating himself near the table, and taking up the newspaper; and Captain Wentworth returned to his window.3 F7 V7 p) a/ j& X9 g
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Another minute brought another addition. The younger boy, a remarkable stout, forward child, of two years old, having got the door opened for him by some one without, made his determined appearance among them, and went straight to the sofa to see what was going on, and put in his claim to anything good that might be giving away.
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There being nothing to eat, he could only have some play; and as his aunt would not let him tease his sick brother, he began to fasten himself upon her, as she knelt, in such a way that, busy as she was about Charles, she could not shake him off. She spoke to him, ordered, entreated, and insisted in vain. Once she did contrive to push him away, but the boy had the greater pleasure in getting upon her back again directly.
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' H+ y' Q, ]" k4 F"Walter," said she, "get down this moment. You are extremely troublesome. I am very angry with you."
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"Walter," cried Charles Hayter, "why do you not do as you are bid? Do not you hear your aunt speak? Come to me, Walter, come to cousin Charles."
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But not a bit did Walter stir.8 o+ }% G' q& o3 f0 d2 u/ Q" f) ]
, t2 \; w6 w$ k/ F: m# h1 s- M& ^+ LIn another moment, however, she found herself in the state of being released from him; some one was taking him from her, though he had bent down her head so much, that his little sturdy hands were unfastened from around her neck, and he was resolutely borne away, before she knew that Captain Wentworth had done it.
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Her sensations on the discovery made her perfectly speechless. She could not even thank him. She could only hang over little Charles, with most disordered feelings. His kindness in stepping forward to her relief, the manner, the silence in which it had passed, the little particulars of the circumstance, with the conviction soon forced on her by the noise he was studiously making with the child, that he meant to avoid hearing her thanks, and rather sought to testify that her conversation was the last of his wants, produced such a confusion of varying, but very painful agitation, as she could not recover from, till enabled by the entrance of Mary and the Miss Musgroves to make over her little patient to their cares, and leave the room. She could not stay. It might have been an opportunity of watching the loves and jealousies of the four--they were now altogether; but she could stay for none of it. It was evident that Charles Hayter was not well inclined towards Captain Wentworth. She had a strong impression of his having said, in a vext tone of voice, after Captain Wentworth's interference, "You ought to have minded me, Walter; I told you not to teaze your aunt;" and could comprehend his regretting that Captain Wentworth should do what he ought to have done himself. But neither Charles Hayter's feelings, nor anybody's feelings, could interest her, till she had a little better arranged her own. She was ashamed of herself, quite ashamed of being so nervous, so overcome by such a trifle; but so it was, and it required a long application of solitude and reflection to recover her.
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Maria Edgeworth(和Jane Austen同时代的著名女小说家)在信中对这一段评论到The love and lover admirably well drawn, don't you see Captain Wentworth, or rather don't you in her place feel him, taking the boisterous child off her back as she kneels by the sick boy on the sofa? 我觉得Jane Austen在文学上最了不起的一点就是根本不需要写心理活动，但我们读者却好像身处其境，对书里人物每一点内心感受都知道的非常清楚。4 H" Q* U: l) q/ L$ y7 t: x: r1 D
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