How can one compile a collection about Jane Austen? Ruth Valentine comments on the success of such an anthology, edited by Maura Dooley

m_dooley-_nothings_webAll my Important Nothings  
ed. Maura Dooley.  
Smith Doorstop 
ISBN 978-1-910367-42-1

How do you write a poem about Jane Austen? You can’t rewrite the novels. You can’t compete: not in wit, in irony, in social observation. But your friend, colleague, the poet-in-residence at Austen’s former home, asks you to contribute to a pamphlet: to express something of [your] own connection, the jacket blurb says.

You can address one of the characters. Thus Abigail Parry, in a dizzying round of rhyme and anapaests and alliteration that seems oddly appropriate:

               Emma, you're a dreamer.  You're a strategist, a schemer -
the metagame of manners,
			all those formal misdemeanours, 
							                               Emma, you're a gamer

You can quote, of course. Zaffar Kunial uses the letters, and the signature JA, to riff on his mother, another JA, and language and pronunciation. Austen has mis-spelt laburnum:

			It's you, Mum, I remember
	explaining to me how a soft Indian u
	is equal to an a.  
								                  Jane Austen, Selected Letters

In some ways these are the most interesting contributions: the ones that start with Austen but are not constrained by her. Paula Meehan starts with children dressing as characters in Persuasion, but ends far more darkly. Jackie Kay’s movingly addresses the late Julia Darling:

	As if time could stand still and still move forward.
	As if all at sea would not be lost - as if the dead could
	Light the lighthouse light to guide the living.

But you can’t celebrate Jane Austen in complete gloom. Blake Morrison’s epigraph is the brisk warning from Pride and Prejudice: ‘I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!… I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away’. His own sonnet, in the voice of Don Juan, wittily laments the unseducability of Lizzie Bennet:

					When I tried
	Her again just now with my most tested love
	Song, she cut off my recital midway and cried
	'Stop - you have delighted me long enough.'
								                     Jane and Juan

Imtiaz Dharker meanwhile takes on the voice of an Indian busybody, commenting on Austen’s private life.

				No man will be happy
	dangling for dinner, waiting waiting while wife
	is occupying all day with hobbies, sewing sewing,
	writing writing, hiding hiding

All sixteen poems more or less explicitly assume a knowledge of Austen’s work and/or her life. They are for the fans, the readers whose memory of the books is affectionate and piecemeal. The hardline Janeites (do they still exist? They used to be army generals and Tory politicians) may not be impressed, since only the Word itself will satisfy them. Hardline poetry readers equally may be disappointed that not all the contributions meet their exacting standards. The visitors to Chawton will be delighted.