Hey there. It’s your friendly neighborhood Northbound writer/director/whatever here. I want to say thank you to all the viewers of the show–I never imagined we’d have as many of you as we did, and I appreciate every comment, every like, every retweet, and every view! It’s so fun to make art, but it’s even better when people respond to it :)
I also want to thank everyone who helped make this thing. It’s a TON of work to make a web show, and I’m indebted to the amazing actors who donated their time and efforts to this project: Alice, Sarah, Sam, Jeremy, Lily, Ian. I also want to say thank you to everyone behind the scenes: Eric, who put up with us filming in the apartment at weird times, and helped with logistics. Joe, who came up with and performed the theme music (and the montage music). Kari, who helped with editing. And Haley, transmedia assistant extraordinaire.
THANK YOU, AMAZING PEOPLE! <3
*Side note: I have a few BTS things planned out (another blooper reel, cast interviews…), but if there’s anything in particular you guys would like to see in terms of extra stuff/BTS content, let me know!*
Yes, I picked the picture in which we all have laser eyes and look like demons. >:)
“The mere habit of learning to love is the thing; and a teachableness of disposition in another is a great blessing.” (Northanger Abbey)
“I’m here, me darlin’, I’m here,” Tom soothed as his daughter cried. But the tears and wails seemed to come to an instant stop when he bent over her cradle and carefully lifted her. “There you are, my love,” he murmured with smile, gently rocking her in his arms. Her little thumb managed to free itself from the blanket that was swaddling her, and she immediately began to suck on it in contentment as her father cradled her in his strong arms.
Tom smiled down at his daughter, but his brow furrowed at the sight of something stuck to her blanket. It seemed to be…a piece of paper?
He carefully moved them across the nursery to a rocking chair and unfastened the paper from her blanket. Her eyes were already starting to flutter closed as with one hand, Tom unfolded the paper, quickly realizing it was a letter. And his breath caught as he instantly recognized the handwriting.
She had written this. But…when? When had she…?
A large, emotional lump filled his throat, and tears began to blur his vision. God, he missed her. He missed her so much. He missed seeing her in the early morning, her naked skin glowing in the sunlight. He missed holding her hand, feeling her soft fingers lace with his. He missed touching her, he missed feeling her touch, the both them always finding ways to show one another physical affection whenever they could. He missed the sound of her voice, warm and husky, her laugh, her wit, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and love. He missed the feel of her body next to his; the bed felt so cold without her. He missed everything…and even though he was surrounded by so many other people, he never felt so alone…
He swallowed and blinked back the tears, and then proceeded to read the letter.
I have been stuck in this bed, waiting for the birth of our child for many days now, with little to do but read my poor, worn copies of Jane Austen. I have been reading Northanger Abbey of late, and paused upon seeing this quote by the cheeky Mr. Tilney: “The mere habit of learning to love is the thing; and a teachableness of disposition in another is a great blessing.” –I know our child will learn a great deal about love; how could they not with you for a father? You are the man who taught me so much about love, and who has shared with me all of love’s joys. I look forward to continue learning more about love, and I hope and pray that we continue learning and teaching one another, for many years to come. I am leaving this here in our child’s cradle, as a surprise for you when the time comes and you see our son or daughter. I don’t say it enough, my dear husband…I love you more than words can possibly say. But I shall work every day, for as long as I live, to show you.
Tom’s eyes widened. Sybil had put this letter in the cradle before their daughter had been born? Why was it that he hadn’t seen it since now? How many days–weeks, now, had he been picking up their daughter and not noticing the letter? How–?
“It had fallen under the cushion,” a voice announced from the doorway of the nursery.
Tom gasped and whipped his head up at the sound of her voice.
“I was starting to wonder, since you never said anything,” Sybil told him with a wink.
Tom rose from the chair, conscious that he was holding a sleeping infant in his arms, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his wife–his beautiful wife–standing there in her traveling clothes, her cheeks pink and her eyes bright.
“When…when did you get back…?” he mouthed.
“No more than half an hour ago,” Sybil told him. “I came straight here to the nursery; I missed her so,” Sybil smiled, removing her coat and gloves. “And you as well, of course.”
Tom crossed the room then, and with a free arm, wrapped it around his wife and drew her to his side, dipping his head and kissing her deeply, fiercely, pouring his entire heart into the kiss. “God, I’ve missed you,” he groaned, when their mouths parted. “I know it’s only been a week, but still…”
“I know,” Sybil whispered, kissing his cheek. “I missed you too–so much. I hated being away from you both. But I have good news,” she looked back at him and smiled. “I got in!”
Tom blinked and then a huge grin broke across his face. “Well done, love! I knew that you would! I always knew you could do it!”
She had been in London, staying her aunt for the week as she took a few exams as well as few interviews, but the results had come back with a positive answer. She was going to start her training that would turn her into a doctor.
“I won’t start officially until September, which does give us the rest of the summer to make the necessary arrangements…and find a place of our own, away from this house, away from this life–”
Tom laughed as she repeated those very words she had spoken to him on the night she accepted his proposal. “When shall we tell your family?” He couldn’t deny, he was eager to say something. But Sybil just smiled, before taking their daughter carefully from his arms and gently laying the sleeping child in her cradle.
“Tomorrow,” she answered.
Tom frowned. “You want to wait until tomorrow?”
She nodded, and then took him by the hand. “Yes, because right now, I’m going to take my husband back to our room, and he and I are going to have a proper celebration of our own.”
Tom grinned; he liked the sound of that. “And what about dinner?” he asked, already loosening his tie.
Sybil giggled and tugged his tie from his collar. “We’ll have a tray brought up.”
He didn’t hesitate, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way, practically running in his eagerness. “Aye, but much, much later,” he told her, before kicking the door shut to their room.
Okay guys I’m procrastinating so hard right now that I thought I might give you a few opinions about the trailer and the cast.
Okay so basically I probably never wanted this movie to see the light of day. I haven’t read the book, maybe one day I will, but I’m not a big fan of zombies so I didn’t want to ruin PP by mixing zombies in it. Now that the day has come (okay the film premiere in Finland is in early April but anyways), well… The more I watch the trailer to more eager I am to see it. It looks ridiculous but who knows? It might work.
And I must say they have an _amazing_ cast. I absolutely loved Lily James in Downton, Douglas Booth is an absolute sweetheart and so is Matt Smith, he might be the first Collins I don’t hate (I mean Collins is hilarious but he sets my teeth on edge). But can we take a moment to appreciate Sam Riley??? I was scanning through the youtube comments in one of the trailers and some people said he didn’t resemble Darcy at all and I was all
They said that Darcy is supposed to appear mysterious and if Riley wasn’t mysterious then what was he?? Also they said that he seemed too soft for the role but can we look at this idiot
He was too pure for the world since the very first scene he was in, and he still made such a thrilling portrayal of the character. I think that every actor and actress in PP must always bring something new to the role because what would be the point of new adaptations if they would all be the same?
So let’s just appreciate this sweetheart okay?
Okay I get it that not everyone likes his raspy voice but I happen to love it so those eyes and that dark hair make me swoon. Speaking of dark hair has there ever been a blonde Darcy? I think that would go too far…
But let me just say that Riley doesn’t get enough appreciation I mean this is what came up when I googled PPZ Darcy:
I get it, he is absolutely gorgeous but so is Riley!
Also look at this picture I found:
These two cinnamon rolls looking happy as ever (too pure)
and then there are these two
I’d say they were made for each other
Okay this wasn’t quite as quick as I had hoped but thanks if you read through all this bye
Hey, do you know if Austen ever talked about Mansfield Park (or anything not P&P-related) in her letters? Also, what are some of your favorite books/essays/commentaries on Austen?
Off the top of my head, I don’t remember much about MP except the aside that her next book would be about ordination. Oh, and she also asked her brother to make sure there were hedgerows in Northampton, since she hadn’t been there herself. Other things that come to mind:
- notoriously, she said Emma was a heroine nobody but her would like
- she said Anne was almost too good for her
- she’d been trying to revise Catherine (aka NA) up to her current standards and finally set it aside and said that she didn’t know if it’d ever get there (this is almost unquestionably the NA we have today)
I’m sure there’s more. She also painstakingly recorded feedback from her contemporaries on MP, whether her mother or a countess. It’s a pretty fascinating look at how people were responding in real time, since she didn’t editorialize at all–and funny, because the clashing interpretations we get today were all there.
Hmm, some of my favourites:
- Recreating Jane Austen by John Wiltshire
- “Light and Bright and Sparkling” in Fields of Light by Reuben Brower (it’s about P&P h/e)
- Jane Austen’s Novels: the Fabric of Dialogue by Howard S. Babb
- Searching for Jane Austen by Emily Auerbach (flawed, but I’ve always found it interesting, esp re: MP)
- “The Feminist Depreciation of Jane Austen” by Julia Prewitt Brown articulates where and why feminist Austen crit tends to be so bizarrely horrible (/a feminist). I like Prewitt Brown in general.
I know there are more, but those are the ones that spring to mind!