The Toast has been running a series of posts on how to tell what novel you’re in. The latest is how to tell whether you’re in a Regency novel. Here’s a sample:
4. You have a maiden aunt who despairs of you. You have a gaggle of sisters of marriageable age and they are all silly.
5. You are an incorrigible womanizer and you have lived in France. You are squandering your sizeable inheritance on loose women and card tables. You may very well be a pirate.
6. Your best friend is a notorious flirt and not as pretty as you. She weds a buffoon for convenience and immediately regrets her decision. Her sole ambition in life is to orchestrate a marriage for you that’s ever so slightly beneath hers.
7. A gentleman of your acquaintance once addressed you by your Christian name as he brushed his fingers against the lace filigree of your fichu. You still blush at the recollection.
And these four are just a few from how to tell you are in a Jane Austin novel:
You attempt to befriend someone slightly above or slightly below your social station and are soundly punished for it.
A girl you have only just met tells you a secret, and you despise her for it.
You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.
There are three men in your life: one true love, one tempting but rakish acquaintance, and a third distant possibility — he is courteous and attentive but only slightly interested in you. He is almost certainly the cousin or good friend of your true love, and nothing will ever happen between you two.
You can also find out how to tell if you’re in a novel by Noel Streatfield, Iris Murdoch, Ernest Hemingway, Charles Dickens, and a heap of others.
Thanks, Doreen Knight, for pointing me in this direction.