In the Guardian, John Mullan discusses a host of famous literary parties and how they often are more than an innocent evening’s diversion, including a couple of those in Jane Austen’s novels.
The trick of making such love at first sight credible by pretending it is antipathy is, candidly, filched from Jane Austen. She introduces Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy at the notorious Meryton knees-up, where Darcy is so fascinatingly horrid. Love blossoms at parties throughout Austen. Though clever, silly Emma Woodhouse should always have known that Mr Knightley was her man, it takes a party (thrown at the tarted-up local inn) to make her see him with new eyes.
“His tall, firm, upright figure, among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the elderly men, was such as Emma felt must draw everybody’s eyes.” And when she sees him dance, well!
Una Alconbury’s New Year’s Turkey Curry Buffet is not forgotten, though it is a modern version of Pride and Prejudice’s Meryton assembly.
A surprising number of writers, however, have soulmates encounter each other at parties. Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones’s Diary provides the locus classicus, the Alconburys’ New Year Turkey Curry Buffet. Remember Mark Darcy turning round, “revealing that what seemed from the back like a harmless navy sweater was actually a V-neck diamond-patterned in shades of yellow and blue”? (And remember how those crude old film-makers turned it into an implausible reindeer sweater, as if we wouldn’t get it otherwise?)
We hear argyle is back “in” again.
The article also discusses Byron’s description of the Duchess of Richmond’s ball in Brussels on the night before the battle of Waterloo, which has nothing to do with Jane, of course, but we find it worthy of note as it is the same time period.