As you might expect from Emma Thompson, this is a hilarious book, full of witty, self-deprecating remarks that we have come to expect from this clever, entertaining and funny woman. A taste: 'Bed with the script, Austen's letters, a sore back and wind. Inside and out.' This book is awash with wonderful one-liners.She describes the first rehearsal with Kate Winslet and Gemma Jones (Mrs Dashwood), and director, Ang Lee: 'Rehearsals with Gemma and Kate. Both surprised to find that Ang begins with meditaion and exercises - this is not usual. We sit on cushions and breath... Loud screams, particularly from Winslet.'
It strikes me that Thompson is very much like Elizabeth Bennet who is described by Mr Darcy as taking great enjoyment 'in professing opinions that are not (her) own'. In fact, Ms Thompson's tongue is firmly stuck in her check most of the time. And, in this regard, she is the sister that Jane Austen should have had. Her style of writing mimics Austen's own gentle ironic style, as she forces the reader to focus on what is not said and what is communicated only between the lines. Thompson seems to have an innate understanding of Austen's feelings and brilliantly captures the vulnerability of these women in reduced circumstances and also the passion and depth of feeling that the sisters embodied. And after all that she still manages to demonstrate their lively intelligence and that of the author.
Thompson tells us in the book that she edited and re-wrote certain scenes of the film with the voices of the actors ringing in her ears, once the roles had been cast. You can easily imagine this with such distinctive actors as Hugh Grant, Alan Rickman, Harriet Walter (Fanny Dashwood) and Imogen Stubbs (Lucy Steele). But it is Kate Winslet who, rightly, steals the show. After the first day of shooting Thompson says of her:
'Kate looks a bit white. The bravest of the brave, that girl. I can't imagine what sort of a state I would have been in at nineteen with the prospect of such a huge role in front of me. She is energised and open, realistic, intelligent and tremendous fun.'
As for her old friend, Hugh Grant, Thompson is forever teasing and flatteringly unkind. Consider her remarks of him:
'Hugh Grant arrives tomorrow but I've nicked the prettiest room'. Or, 'Hugh grant walks in... repellently goregeous, why did we cast him? He's much prettier than I am.'
In truth, she loves him dearly and often comments on his fine acting performance. The more astute of you may notice the anomaly in the photograph opposite, which shows a kiss that never took place in the edited film version. But it does happen in the screenplay. As Edward and Elinor finally come together and reveal their mutual feelings of love, there occurs a tiny, beautifully written scene, complete with a kiss. If you want the tantalising details, you must go to the book!
'We're asked to do written homework for Ang. This is also unusual, he wants character studies and sets a list of questions, mostly addressing..."inner life... imogen Stubbs (Lucy Steele) wins prize for best effort..". 'You can just about hear the suppressed laughter bubbling to the surface in this sentence. Like a school girl, trying to be good really, but succumbing to the infections giggles of her classmates, Thompson remains serene but at any moment you just know she is about to explode in uncontrollable fits of laughter. And this light-hearted giddiness is the overall tone of this most beautiful of books.
The diary is also interesting in that it recounts Thompson's burgeoning relationship with actor Greg Wise,
'Sunday 30 April 8:20 a.m..... Greg Wise (Willoughby) turned up to ride, full of beans and looking goregeous. Ruffled all our feathers a bit'.
How wonderfully inderstated. (They fell in love on the set apparently.) Gone are the comments about the freezing cold weather and the miserable outdoor shots. Her next notes says:
'Sunday 30 April 7:30 p.m. ... 'fantastic outing, sunny drives, five courses at ... hotel and skinny dipping in the river.' Sounds like love to me. Go Emma!
I do not keep this book shut-up tight on my bookshelf, but have it sat upon a book stand, open at various pages during the year, depending on my mood. It is a work of art, made for dispaly, so display it I do.
And here I will leave you, with a very Austenesque line taken from the Thompson diary, as parting gift. Emma writes:
'Ang wants sheep in every exterior shot and dogs in every interior shot. I've suggested we have sheep in some of the interiors as well.'If you do not own this book by tea-time, as any self-respecting Austen fan should, 'I shall swallow my own bonnet!' Go buy this wonderful object and enjoy every picture and every word. It is all the chocolate you will need this Easter!