Originally posted on English Historical Fiction Authors
We do love our period costume dramas, don’t we?
I mean, what could be more restful than slipping back into a slower age, a more peaceful idyllic age, when horses clip-clopped their ways across the country, the corn was green in the fields, they wore elegant clothes that looked soft and weren’t all black, and society was stable and one found one’s Captain Wentworth or John Thornton in a garden of yellow roses? Or driving a high-perch phaeton with scarlet-wheels, wearing an eight-caped greatcoat, with a team of matched greys?
And that must be how it was, mustn’t it, because Austen for one never mentions a world beyond that charming and charmed existence, does she?
But here’s the thing, we tend to forget that…