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As promised–pictures! Here is Megan on the lovely deck of her new house.

Jane Austen also enjoyed the house, especially sliding down the banisters…

The Metropolitan Museum (the Temple of Dendur, and the Nattier portrait that made an appearance on Project Runway!)

Central Park!

Parmigianino’s Antea at the Frick (not my own pic–no photos allowed!)

…And Emma Hamilton at the Frick

A Rowlandson print from the Yale Center for British Art (again, no photos allowed! And no pointing, either)

It was a busy few days, yet I still only got to see a fraction of what I wanted! Maybe next year…

And, since it’s the anniversary of the day Shakespeare was baptized (April 26, 1564 at Holy Trinity Church in Stratford), here is one of my favorite monologues from Romeo and Juliet:

Come night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

So, happy late birthday, Shakespeare! What is your favorite Shakespeare play? Or your favorite spots to visit in New York? (I’m making my list for the next trip…)

And don’t forget–A Sinful Alliance is still on shelves. Including the Borders in Fairfield, CT! And on May 19, Alex Logan, my new editor at Grand Central Publishing, is going to join us here at Risky Regencies to talk about GCP’s romance program and answer questions. Don’t miss it!


Hey! It’s another solipsistic post from Megan! What else is new?

Anyway. Ahem. A few weeks ago, I posted the first few paragraphs of Road to Passion, my Regency-set historical about an opium-addicted Marquess and an illegitimate vicar’s daughter.

A few weekends ago, I pitched same to an agent at the fine New England Conference.

I just accepted an offer of representation from said agent, who will be sending RTP out just as soon as I do a few minor revisions. So maybe you guys will get to read the rest, eventually.

This also means I have to get off my butt and write. Road to Desire, to be exact.

How do you celebrate good news? Shopping? Champagne? A well-deserved nap?

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Following on from Elena’s post about her enviable concert experiences, one thing that has always fascinated me is how different writers (and musicians) produce.

So are you a Beethoven or a Mozart?

Here’s Mozart’s manuscript for K. 617, Adagio and Rondo for glass harmonica, flute, oboe, viola, and cello.

The glass harmonica was an instrument that plays on the principle of running your finger around the top of a wine glass to produce a beautiful humming, otherworldly sort of sound. The Metropolitan Opera used a glass harmonica for the mad scene in their recent production of Lucia di Lammermoor–here’s an article from the NY Times about it. It’s usually played on the flute since they’re aren’t that many glass harmonicas around now–or people who know how to play them. This instrument was made in 1785.

But I digress. Here’s one of Beethoven’s scores.

The point I’m trying to make (yes, there is one) is that Mozart was notorious for composing in his head and then just writing it all down; or writing the music down after he’d improvised it at a concert. So his scores, although they have a certain messiness from writing fast, tend to be very clean. Whereas Beethoven used the delete key a lot, scribbling out and, although you can’t see this here, digging his nib into the paper with splattery results–all sturm und drang.

So for the writers among us, who’s a Beethoven and who’s a Mozart?

And for everyone, did you hear the Met broadcast of Lucia? (I missed it, to my great annoyance.) And what’s your favorite instrument?

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After a week away, I’m just starting to catch up on laundry and emails, but I can’t help adding my tuppence to all the discussions you’ve all had while I was away.

I agree with Cara on Pace vs Depth; I like stories that occasionally slow (though not stop) for world-building and character development. I find that uniformly frenetic pacing can become boring in its own right. In a romance I also want to see some glimpses of the HEA.

Diane’s post A Character in Possession of a Good Motto provoked thoughts and smiles. The closest I’ve come to character mottos was in thinking about how the characters in LADY DEARING’S MASQUERADE would react to being imprisoned. Livvy would carve poetry into the walls to keep herself sane; Jeremy would risk death to try to escape.

Janet’s Let’s Talk About Summer had me looking forward to RWA. It’s been far too long since I’ve met with my fellow Riskies and there are so many of our regular visitors I am looking forward to meeting in person! Oh, and that cover is very Barbie but the girliness is not necessarily a bad thing. 🙂

And Megan’s That Fresh Feeling and Amanda’s What I’m Doing on my New York vacation had me wishing I could be there with them, soaking up all the artsy inspiration and good writing vibes. And one can never view too many gratuitous Sean Bean images.

As for what I have been doing, I was in Florida visiting my in-laws. Take three parts Mr. Woodhouse, two parts Mrs. Bennet, add a dash of Sir Walter Elliot, shake well and reincarnate as an elderly Jewish couple and you get the idea. I love them dearly but I was also glad we planned some good outings.

One day (and many $$$) were spent at Epcot with the kids. Expensive, only lightly educational but fun, especially pigging out at the country exhibits: shawarma and hummus at Morocco (yum!) and chocolate eclairs in France (yum again).

I also took my budding violinist to see Pinchas Zukerman perform with the Florida Orchestra. He conducted the entire concert and played a Mozart violin concerto, looking very relaxed and happy wearing what appeared to be black silk pajamas. We had 2nd row seats (not ideal for sound balance but great for viewing nuances of technique) and my daughter gazed up at him as if he were a god–and he pretty much played like one.

The helpful string expert at the music store where we rented a violin alerted us to a performance of Mahler’s 2nd Symphony by the Bach Festival Orchestra. I hadn’t heard much Mahler before, perhaps because symphonies that extend far beyond the typical 4 movements are less likely to be played on classical stations. My local orchestra, the Binghamton Philharmonic, hasn’t ever performed a Mahler symphony, at least not while I’ve lived in the area. But wow! There’s a whole world in that music. Must hear more.

Anyway, what has everyone else been doing this past week? What’s your favorite ethnic food? What do you think of Mozart? Mahler? Do you have any relations who remind you of Jane Austen characters?

And don’t forget, it’s the last day of our Great Tagline Contest. If you haven’t done so already, enter your vote for the chance to win a $25 Amazon gift certificate! Click here for full contest details.

Elena
www.elenagreene.com

Have you ever wondered what it would have been like, if Jane Austen had written a novel about American Idol?

No? Why ever not?

Sorry, “I’m not crazy” is not sufficent explanation. Because I know you’ve all been wondering!

Lucky for you, that’s just what today’s post is. In the spirit of Austen Trek, here’s…

AUSTEN IDOL. Or, if Jane Austen Wrote American Idol.

After Jason Castro ended his performance, the applause was notable.

Ryan Seacrest turned to the judges. “And what did you think of the young gentleman’s performance, Mr. Jackson?”

Randy Jackson nodded. “He has as good a kind of hair as ever lived, I assure you. Ah. Jason Castro. A slightly pitchy voice, but there is not a bolder hairstyle in America!”

“And is that all you can say for him?” cried Mr. Seacrest, indignantly. “But what is his vocal technique on more intimate acquaintance? What his tastes, his talents, and genius?”

Mr. Jackson was rather puzzled.

“Upon my soul,” said he, “I do not know much about him as to all THAT. But he is a pleasant, good humoured fellow, and whenever I see him, I shout ‘Dog’ with great exuberance.”

Now it was Mr. Seacrest’s turn to be puzzled. “Sir?”

“Dog! After all, he has got the nicest little black bitch of a pointer I ever saw. Will she be performing later today?”

With more precision than elegance, Ryan Seacrest then turned to the lady seated next to Mr. Jackson. “Would you be so kind as to share your opinion on Mr. Castro’s performance, Miss Abdul?”

Paula Abdul beamed. “Oh! my dear Mr. Seacrest, how are you this evening? And my dear Mr. Castro–I come quite over-powered. Such a beautiful head of hair! You are too bountiful!”

“But what,” persisted Mr. Seacrest, “did you think of his singing?”

“Well!” cried Miss Abdul. “That was brilliant indeed!–Mr. Castro was admirable!–Excellently contrived, upon my word. Nothing wanting. Could not have imagined it.–Such pretty hair!– Randy, Randy, look!–did you ever see any such thing? Oh! Mr. Castro, your dear mother will not know her own child again. I saw her as I came in; she was standing in the entrance. `Oh! Mrs. Castro,’ said I–but I had not time for more.”

“I…see,” said Mr. Seacrest, after a confused pause. “And…Mr. Cowell? What were your thoughts upon hearing Mr. Castro sing without either backup singers or band?”

Simon Cowell scowled. “To sing three notes, or four notes, or five notes, or whatever it is, while playing the ukelele, and alone, quite alone! what could he mean by it? It seems to me to shew an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum. I could hardly keep my countenance. Very nonsensical to perform without a band! Why must he be scampering about the stage, pretending that he knows how to play that undernourished second-rate guitar? And with his hair so untidy, so blowsy!”

“Oh, come now,” cried Mr. Seacrest. “You cannot have seen such lack in his performance!”

“How could I not? And the cruise ship on which he is doomed to perform; I hope you saw his cruise ship, six inches deep in mud, I am absolutely certain; and the hair which had been let down to hide it not doing its office. He has nothing, in short, to recommend him, but having an inexplicably popular coiffure. I shall never forget his performance this evening. He really sounded almost wild.”

Ryan Seacrest looked exceedingly at sea, and without the safety of the oft-mentioned cruise ship to keep him from drowning. “Very well, Mr. Cowell. If you think that Mr. Castro’s singing is lacking, then pray tell: what does it lack? What do you require in a singer if you are to bestow your praise?”

“Certainly,” cried Simon Cowell, “no singer can be really esteemed accomplished, who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A vocalist must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, he must possess a certain something in his hair and manner of phrasing, the tone of his voice, his it-factor and song choice, or the word will be but half deserved.”

So….what do you think? How did you like my “casting”?

All comments welcome!

By the way, I forgot to announce the next topic of discussion for the Jane Austen Movie Club! Because we all need to catch our breaths (or, at least, I do), on May 6 (first Tuesday of the month!) we will all share lists of our favorite Austen adaptations, favorite performances, and that sort of thing. Please join us!

Cara
Cara King, whom Miss Bingley would think sadly unaccomplished

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