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Wednesday, February 4, 2026

'Sanditon', Jane Austen’s 1817 Final, Revealing Work

Author Sophia Alexander with Jane Austen's 'Sanditon'

The incomplete novel, Sanditon, should certainly pique our sympathy: Jane Austen mocks the hypochondriacs in it, then promptly dies from her own health condition before getting even halfway through drafting it. She wrote the beginning chapters from January through March of 1817 but was unable to complete the work, passing away in July at the fairly young age of 41 from what may have been the autoimmune condition SLE (systemic lupus erythematosus).

“Charlotte could perceive no symptoms of illness which she, in the boldness of her own good health, would not have undertaken to cure by putting out the fire, opening the window and disposing of the drops and the salts by means of one or the other.”

Oh, one shudders in sympathy for the impatience Jane must have felt with herself. 

In reflection, this may have contributed to her condition. It could be that Jane’s snarky pen, like her immune system, was more generally self-directed than is apparent or optimal. No doubt she meant to keep herself in line by chiding herself for her weaknesses. Given her intense romantic bent ('You pierce my heart', Jane!), she clearly had more than a touch of Marianne’s overwhelming emotions (in Sense & Sensibility). Perhaps she was afraid of acting as superior as Emma, of her pen hurting her loved ones (in Emma). Perhaps she was mocking her own contrivances for her characters as she depicted Mrs. Bennett’s ridiculousness about landing her daughters in good situations (in Pride and Prejudice). Oh, Jane… perhaps my blogs defending her characters were actually defending her from attacks upon herself!  I once stated that she could have stood to be a bit kinder... but apparently I should add 'to herself'! Well, lest I follow her example in being too harsh on myself, I'll give myself credit for acknowledging all the while that her pen was witty and brilliant, nonetheless.

Beyond that, regarding Sanditon’s unique qualities, the English seaside is more prominently displayed than ever, perhaps due to her ailments and its frequent medical recommendation for those in ill health. As Mr. Parker believes,

“no person…could be really in a state of secure and permanent health without spending at least six weeks by the sea every year.”

His ongoing excitement about developing a beach resort town garners empathy for this sort of optimistic entrepreneurship in a way novel-readers don’t often get to experience.

“…it was his mine, his lottery, his speculation and his hobby horse; his occupation, his hope and his futurity.”

Readers find themselves hoping right along with him that tourists actually will arrive to fill some of those vacant vacation homes he’s had built. It all matters so much to him!

His guest, Charlotte Heywood, is the protagonist. She's the sensible, bright young woman. The reader benefits from being in her shoes, observing the few families of this small Sanditon community in all their intrigues and ridiculousness. Charlotte has landed herself in this lovely beach town, right along with this colorful cast of characters, and one might guess at where some of it is going.

For instance, Sidney Parker seems the only viable love interest for Charlotte, and it took a while to get to him. Frankly, though, he’s a bit of a disappointment at our brief introduction. This may be key to why Jane stopped writing just here, particularly, needing to figure him out. He’s been described as witty, snarky, even mercurial, but then when the author at last presents him, just at the end of this unfinished manuscript, he seems merely a polite gentleman. It falls quite flat. And then her pen falls flat, literally.

Jane’s written herself into a corner, of sorts. As a writer, I sympathize. This man needs to both live up to the hype and still be tolerable, a worthy love interest. Not only is his presentation problematic from this craft perspective—as it can be a challenge to convincingly depict an amusing, savvy, clever fellow who also somehow manages to simultaneously surprise and delight the author (necessary to make it convincing)—but there’s another basic logistics issue: it’s even harder to swallow that he’s swoon-worthy after focusing for so long on how laughable each and every one of his four siblings is. It'd be a fine line now to make him banter playfully at all. He's hardly supposed to be a Mr. Knightley, though (from Emma). Yes, I know the light-hearted Frank Churchill was not actually Emma’s real love interest, but Jane must have realized here that she’d been describing Frank, to a degree…. when she actually reverted to a Mr. Knightley-sort again upon presenting him as fairly staid. Indeed, Jane might well have been flummoxed, as that's where the story ends. 

In Sanditon, Jane Austen has produced distinctive new characters in a memorable location. A sensible young woman tries to navigate the hypochondriacs around her, which might be perceived as Jane's contempt for her ailments. The manuscript even begins with an upset carriage which is damaged beyond immediate repair... which could represent Jane's physical body. Though I'd read Jane Austen's full set of six main novels when young, I've only now read this partial manuscript, and it will evermore color my reflections on her novels with notions of invalids at the foam-flecked grey shores of the English seaside.

Points of interest:

The Heywoods, ‘had their family been of reasonable limits’, could have afforded ‘better roads’. In fact, it’s their broken-up road that causes the Parkers’ carriage to overturn. Not so long ago, road maintenance was expected of the locals. I’ve seen in my own genealogical research where my 19th-century ancestor was tasked by the local government, along with other young male residents, to repair their own nearby roads. (On a more amusing note, Jane concludes that the Haywoods also could have afforded ‘symptoms of the gout and a winter at Bath’.)

Sanditon has a circulating library, for which residents must purchase a subscription. Of particular interest is that this same library sells parasols, gloves, and brooches, among other trifles, apparently to raise funds to support itself.

Mr. Parker runs ‘bathing machines’ at the waterside—little huts for modesty, where women, especially, could enter and change into their swimwear, then either step down into the water or be lowered into it in relative privacy.

Arthur Parker, the hypochondriac brother, declares, “What?... Do you venture upon two dishes of strong green tea in one evening?”  This use of the term ‘dish’ stood out to me, recalling to mind that I recently heard the tea saucer is for pouring too-hot tea onto, to rapidly cool the beverage and then sip directly from it!  I have tried it since, and it works surprisingly well, though I'm still dubious about the etiquette that way. However, I presume the ‘dish’ referred to here is a teapot.

The ‘half mulatto’ young lady, Miss Lambe, was ‘beyond comparison the most important and precious, as she paid in proportion to her fortune’. Miss Lambe was of West Indian ancestry, and it’s rather nice to know that even before slavery was outlawed in the British Empire, that a young woman of mixed race might be treated quite well, if only due to her consequence from wealth.

Mr. Sidney Parker is driving his servant in the carriage, which caught me up for a moment!  Perhaps this was meant to show his lack of conformity, but I swiftly concluded that it only made sense, for any servants who weren’t coachmen would likely be unable to drive the coaches at all. Another eye-opener into Jane Austen’s time!

I'll conclude with Jane Austen shattering the fourth wall again, as I admired her doing in my blog of Northanger Abbey, though there it goes on for quite a while. Here, it’s just a couple of pert and glorious sentences:

“I make no apologies for my heroine’s vanity. If there are young ladies in the world at her time of life more dull of fancy and more careless of pleasing, I know them not and never wish to know them.”

Read more of my Jane Austen-focused blogs at the links below:

*Sense and Sensibility (1811)

*Pride and Prejudice (1813)

*Mansfield Park (1814)

*Emma (1816)

*Northanger Abbey (1818, posthumous)

*Persuasion (1818, posthumous)

*Lady Susan (1871, posthumous)

*Juvenilia (written 1787-1793)

*Sanditon (written 1817)

 

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