Miss Bates: Emma Revisited: A Novel - Couverture rigide

Cliff, Catherine

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ISBN 13 : 9798897101313

Editeur : Pegasus Books, 2026

Synopsis

"I read Miss Bates in a single, enraptured sitting. Cliff's prose is a joy — precise and rich and wickedly observant."—Belle Burden, New York Times bestselling author of Strangers

Miss Bates, creepy, funny, and heartbreaking, is a daring reimagining of the world of Jane Austen's Emma. But make no mistake, this is no marriage plot; it is a spinster plot. Or maybe, it is the spinster’s plot.

Henrietta Bates, the iconic bore of Emma, is the opposite of handsome, clever, and rich Emma: she is plain, ill-educated, and impoverished. An unmarried woman of quite a different order from that novel's proudly single heroine, she is an object of scorn and pity, whose survival depends upon the generosity of her neighbors which she barters for with an unrelenting shower of banal and grateful chatter.

But what if the woman we see in Emma were actually deliberately assuming a role, donning a mask, as a means of managing an untenable situation? What if there was a world of difference between her inward and outward voice? What would the Woodhouses’s Highbury look like from herperspective?

Miss Bates by Catherine Cliff imagines answers to these questions as it chronicles Henrietta Bates's unexpected and, at times, violent life, navigating a world with no ready-made opportunities, where the stakes are of the highest order. In a debut that is by turns comedic, tragic, startling, and altogether brilliant, Miss Bates turns Austen’s poignant and ridiculous side character into a feminist force who understands innately the life she has been dealt and how to slyly play it to her advantage.

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À propos de l'auteur

Catherine Cliff was born and raised in New York City. She graduated from Harvard, received an MPhil from Cambridge, and a doctorate in English literature from Yale. After a number of years in London and Basel, she now lives in western Massachusetts. This is her first novel.

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As if she were bending a large iron rod with sheer force of will, Henrie curved her lips upward into a pleasant smile. She had used all her powers to refuse Mrs. Elton’s hospitality.

“You must come back with us to the vicarage for a cold supper. The dining room is perhaps not as spacious as I might have wished, but there will certainly be room for our little party of intimates to gather and have some pressed tongue and cheese. And you will find the drawing room, I believe, much improved since your last visit there,” that lady had said to the gathered group.

Henrie’s last visit there was when it had been her own home, of course, more than twenty years ago. “I have had all the windows refitted against those terrible drafts and I got rid of that hideous blue wallpaper,” Mrs. Elton continued on. “I declare it made me quite seasick every time I entered the room—so dowdy. I said to Mr. E, my dear, I don’t ask for much, but I do ask for flocked silver papers in the drawing room. For that indispensable sense of gaiety and elegance. You will all have to tell me what you think, and be honest, mind—I have no patience with toadeaters. What I like is honest discussion on matters of taste between friends!”

As a matter of taste, pressed tongue was one of Henrie’s favorites, and she hadn’t had it in a long time. But to go as a guest to this of all places, in her current state, the state of having been flayed alive in public, placed, skin aflap, bleeding beneath the microscope of derision, she did not, on this particular afternoon, think she could bear it.

Instead, against all her self-imposed rules to accept with effusions whatever charity was offered, she asked to be let down from the carriage at any convenient spot. They were on the road from Box Hill, now entering Highbury. Straight ahead would lead them to the vicarage; a left detour would drop Henrie home.

“Just here is fine, I can certainly walk through the village to our little refuge—please, I must beg you do not go out of your way, there’s certainly no reason to put your kind coachman to any trouble—And I would hate to think I had caused any delay to your entertainment—Now, I must positively insist—ah, you are stopping just here, exactly right. It is nothing but a brief step to our humble home. You have been too kind. Jane, I will see you after your lovely supper. Mrs. Elton, thank you so much for a wonderful—” At this point in her discourse, Henrie was tumbled from the carriage like a bale of hay by Mr. Elton, who did not pause his conversation nor break eye contact with his wife as he handed her out, merely raising a hand in absent salute over his shoulder as he climbed back in. No microscope here, then. She would slowly and discreetly make her way through the village, balancing her self-possession like an overfull glass of water, a trembling convexity at the top, being careful not to weep on the street. Weep on the street. Was that amusing, a rhyme? She must remember to tell Jane. Or maybe not; Henrie worried she was losing her sense of judgment. She nodded and smiled at the few people she met, “How do you do, dreadfully hot.” No more. Her throat was so tight with holding back her sobs that it felt like there were ribbons wound all around it, like she was choking.

Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: Pegasus Books
• Date d'édition: 2026
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN 13: 9798897101313
• Reliure: Relié
• Nombre de pages: 336
• Coordonnées du fabricant: non disponible
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