I really enjoyed this book. But then, I suppose I would, as I’m a sucker for anything having to do with Regency or Victorian England. Still, it’s sort of amazing to think that Erickson is describing the period that Jane Austen wrote in, as Austen’s books, while marvelous, don’t touch on the seedy underside where Erickson’s account often dwells (not that I mind in either case).
As I read, I found myself marking page after page where the writing or the information (or both) appealed to me. Some tidbits:
p. 233: On Byron after his years in Venice, when apparently his personality and his physique had become a bit coarse:
“Women still sometimes fainted when he entered a room, but whether from lovestruck admiration or shock and disgust was impossible to judge.”
p. 254: In the chapter on childhood education/experiences, Erickson relates the experience of novelist Mary Sherwood who recalls
how as a child of five she had been strapped into an iron collar attached to a wooden backboard. ‘It was the fashion then,’ she wrote. ‘I generally did all my lessons standing in stocks…’
The amazing bit?
Later in life [Mary Sherwood] ‘often thanked God and her beloved mother for the discipline to which she was subjected, which was very much to the good.’
The Tiger Mother‘s got nothing on this Regency matriarch.
On a broader note, Erickson made it easy to see how the excessive public morality of the Victorians (and their writers) would be a natural reaction to the amorality of the Regency period.
What about you? Have you read this book? What did you think?