Jane Austen is one of those people, whose standing as one of the literary giants will never be in doubt. She was one of those rare writers, whose books you never quite stopped thinking about. Her books have been dissected and analysed to the last sentence. But, that’s not what she would have wanted. What she would have wanted was for us to perceive the common-place workings of the world the way she did and laugh at its peculiarities along with her. With her tongue firmly in her cheek, she questioned the formalities and etiquettes that the others of her time took for granted. She portrayed the snobbishness of the upper class that the others had grown used to. Nothing escaped her sharp wit and sarcasm.
And then there were her protagonists. What people loved about them was they were never perfect. They had flaws, just like any of us. While Emma believed she was always right, Elinor was often too practical for her own good. And then Anne, who didn’t have much self-esteem and didn’t trust her decisions, as much as she should have. And we journeyed with all these characters, and we started to love them FOR their imperfections. We would sigh over their faults, yes, but we would rejoice in their happiness, we would cry for their sorrows, hold our breaths when they did something reckless and slowly they became a part of us. And then somehow, just somehow, as we kept reading, we realised just what a beautiful story this was. And by the time we finished the book, we were struck dumb by the sheer awesomeness of it all. It was a seamless blending of sarcasm, love, snobbery, wit, humour and reality. That her books are relevant to this day is proof of the fact that she was miles ahead of her contemporaries. Her works have been read and treasured for more than two centuries now and still are and I think Jane Austen would have loved to know that.