So, I just had this to share. I have just obtained a copy of Romance Readers and Romance Writers – A Satirical Novel written by Sarah Green and published in 1810.

Green is believed to have been Irish, though lived in London during her writing career which stretched from around 1790 to 1825. She is believed to have published around 16 novels. Romance Readers and Romance Writers appears to be another satirical look at the young ladies craze for Gothic and Romantic Fiction during the time, along the lines of Northanger Abbey and E S Barrett’s The Heroine. I haven’t started reading it yet, it still sits on that large “to-read pile”, but I just glanced at the first page and decided that I really ought to share the opening paragraphs.

“It is very strange,” said uncle Ralph, with evident impatience and vexation, as he threw down on the table with great force a romance of the last century, “that a writer must use so many words, only to tell us, that a woman got up and sat down again! No, they must inform us in high-flown, poetic language, that she rose from her mossy couch, and then thoughtfully reseated herself, and resumed her pensive posture! and then, if the wind happened to blow her thin clothes about, and made her ribbons flutter and fly, we must be entertained through half a page with her silken scarf floating in the wind and the rude zephyr discomposing her light and nymph-like attire!

Uncle Charles, who had just been studying the last orders of general Wolfe, and who had just brushed away a tear from his veteran cheek, which the last exhortation of that renowed hero to his soldiers had drawn from his eye, shut the orderly-book, and smiled, ‘midst his tears, at the idea of his brother Ralph, whilst Edward, busy in reading a newspaper, laid it down and assented to Ralph’s opinion by a half-stifled smile, and the word – humph! uttered so inwardly, that it sounded not much unlike the grunting of a pig!

promises much, I hope it continues in a similar vein.