Hello fellow readers,
today I have the pleasure of hosting J.Marie Croft, author of 'A little Whimsical in His Civilities'.
Welcome J.Marie Croft, thank you for stopping by, to do a guest post and giveaway. I have certainly enjoyed following the blog tour and considering I have little time, a novella sounds highly agreeable; especially in light of the fact, we get Darcy's POV!
First off, thank you, Tamara, for so graciously allowing this visit. Secondly, since this is the final stop on the Whimsical blog tour, I thank Jakki Leatherberry for arranging the schedule and the fifteen hostesses for their participation. Last but not least, thanks to all who dropped by and commented on the excerpts, guest posts, and reviews.
Today I’ll reveal a bit about myself and why the novella is told entirely from Mr. Darcy’s point of view. Why, you may ask, did I ever think I could write a story from his viewpoint? I’m not male, handsome, tall, wealthy, heroic, or fictional.
Back in 2011, when A Little Whimsical in His Civilities was posted online as a two-part short story, a reader left a comment ending with, “The way the author’s mind works to bring Darcy so alive is amazing.”
Amazing? Nah. Imagining myself inside his head (reading Darcy like a book, if you will) wasn’t much of a stretch, really. There’s a great similarity in the turn of our minds, you see. Darcy and I have but one mind and one way of thinking. There is a most remarkable resemblance of character and ideas between us. We seem to have been designed for each other.
Elizabeth Bennet may beg to differ.
She might say he and I have unsocial, taciturn dispositions. We know Darcy is slow to reveal his emotions. Jane Austen told us so: “He was at the same time haughty, reserved, and fastidious ...”
I’m definitely reserved and, perhaps, a tad fastidious. Hopefully, I’m never haughty, but I am shy; and sometimes that comes across as aloof. Darcy, on the other hand isn’t shy. He’s filled to the gills with aplomb. I wish I had even half his assertiveness.
Call me what you will – reserved, shy, introverted – I’m as dull as dishwater in person. I don’t have the talent which some people possess of conversing easily with those I’ve never seen before. I’d like to chit-chat with eloquence and fluency and come up with zingers on the spur of the moment, but what I should have said only occurs to me long after the fact.
Like Darcy, I’m a private person, ill qualified to recommend myself to strangers. If I was more confident and sociable, book promotion would be much easier. Don’t get me wrong. I love writing guest posts. Coming up with hundreds of words is far easier than tweeting on Twitter in 140 characters or updating my Facebook status. And writing dialogue is infinitely easier than – heaven forfend! – speaking in public.
Because there’s humour in my writing, readers who’ve never met me assume I’m the life of the party. Hah!
The truth is quite the opposite, I assure you. Mingling at a party and socializing with people I’m not well acquainted with can be exhausting. Rather than whooping it up, I’d rather sit quietly, taking pleasure from a good book or from conversation with a good friend.
Mrs. Bennet: I was rather surprised to see you at the Meryton assembly last night, Mrs. Croft.
Me: An assembly? Oh! So, that’s why all those people were disturbing Mary and me while we were trying to read.
Standing about by himself in a stupid manner, occupied as he is with his own thoughts and feelings, Darcy is certainly no extrovert either.
These two guys have rather differing definitions for extrovert.
There’s something else I just might share in common with Mr. Darcy. We both search for appropriate words. He studies too much for four syllable ones, and I'm a word nerd who enjoys vocabulary building.
At Darcy’s insistence – while we wrote A Little Whimsical in His Civilities – my lexicon was expanded to include acerbic adjectives and unmuzzled put-downs à la Shakespeare. I don’t know why I let Darcy dictate to me in such a way; but, I have to admit, his channelling The Bard’s contumely was diverting.
Of course, gentleman that he is, Darcy only thinks abusive remarks in the novella. Privately, he may call the assembly’s master of ceremonies a roynish clown, a prating, pompous popinjay, a goatish coxcomb, or a paunchy puttock. But, publicly, he courteously addresses him as Sir William. Darcy is, after all, a member of Polite Society.
For good or for bad, I do think Fitzwilliam Darcy and I share a few personality traits.
Word-nerd fact: The original sense of ‘trait’ was ‘stroke of the pen or pencil in a picture’. That meaning gave rise to the 18th century sense ‘a particular feature of mind or character’.
So, if you were sketching Mr. Darcy’s character, would you depict him as an introvert?
Please don’t be shy. Let your opinion be known.
Thank you J.Marie Croft, for sharing your post with us. I am unsure how I would depict Darcy, as indeed you are correct, it all comes down to interpretation. I do admire his assertiveness, or arrogance, however you choose to interpret it lol!
Indeed fellow readers, let your opinion be known and share your thoughts with J.Marie Croft.
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Told entirely from Fitzwilliam Darcy’s point of view, J. Marie Croft’s humorous novella, A Little Whimsical in His Civilities, spans one moonlit, autumnal night upon the gentleman’s return to Hertfordshire in pursuit of Elizabeth Bennet.
“We
take the turning which places us on Meryton’s main road, and—oh, gad! There it
is—the base-court building which passes for an assembly hall in this
godforsaken place. For me, the venue shall be either a heaven or a hell
tonight. My palms grow clammy, my gut churns, and I regret that second helping
of onion-laden vegetable pie forced on me before we left.”
Accompany
Darcy as he, intent on reversing the disastrous first impression he made there,
braves another Meryton assembly and seeks to win his heart’s desire.
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