So, this one time I was wathing Pride and Prejudice with my roommate Cara. I think it was the new one that we were watching at the time, not the fantastic BBC version. Suddenly I looked at the girl playing Anne De Bourgh and said something along the lines of "I don't think she's really sickly. I'll bet she owns a night club." And De Bourgh's was born. At first I was thinking it would be a story about her running a night club, but now I'm thinking it could be sort of like a Canteburry tales. A cross roads for fictional characters to meet and interact, with bits and peices of Annes running a night club in between. Anywhoodle, here is the introduction to it I just finished writing. One of the regulars at the club will be the King of Siam who faked his own death. It's all very exciting.
De Bourgh’s
De Bourgh’s originally belonged to Anne’s father. Being rich, his estates naturally passed to her, even though she was a daughter in a time when estates were generally entailed away from the female line. Most of her fortune was not yet available to her, because her mother, Lady Catherine, was still quite alive and kicking, much like the pretentious mule that she was.
However, unbeknownst to Lady Catherine, her husband had other fortunes which he was obliged to tell her nothing about whatsoever. Lord and Lady De Bourgh were united in an arranged marriage at a very young age. And even though she was quite beautiful, it was not long before Lord De Bourgh realized that Lady Catherine was far too pompous and arrogant to be brought into his confidences. Although Lady Catherine was no respecter of etiquette in regards to herself, any lack of propriety seen on the part of any other party was not stood for.
This asset to which Lady Catherine was unaware was the place where Lord De Bourgh would get away after a long day of stressful business and an even more stressful wife. It was his, so to speak, night club: De Bourgh’s. Living as respected English gentleman by day and renowned partier and club owner by night was a satisfying, though lonesome way to spend his existence.
And then Anne was born. When she was still very young, he realized that Anne was naturally different than her mother. She had a sense of humor that kept her heart light and a Machiavellian streak which taught her to avoid showing that humorous streak to her mother. When Anne was seven Lord De Bourgh started taking Anne to his night club. He hired a trust worthy governess, Mrs. Jenkinson who would keep an eye on little Anne without letting the mother know.
Staying home all day with an aggravating mother and staying up all night with a night club full of people started to ware on the young girl after a while. She began to develop a somewhat sickly constitution. Her mother called her delicate. Anne was really just exhausted, but she used her mother’s impression of her to get out of things, such as piano lessons.
“I’m sorry mother,” she would say, lying on her bed hand over her forehead, “I just don’t think that I’m up to it.” Her pale face and the bags under her eyes convinced her mother that she was the most delicate of flowers and her health would not allow her to exert herself in that way. So, Lady Catherine would leave her alone. And that night at the club Anne would spin down a piano stool and bust out some rag time. And Mrs. Jenkinson was known to don a feather boa and do the Charleston.
Now, you may be thinking that the Lady Catherine and Anne De Bourgh lived in the regency era, rag time wasn’t invented yet. What you may not know about De Bourgh’s is that it is a night club where many of the most prominent characters in the world of film and fiction spend their time. That being the case, ragtime is always in vogue and everyone loves the Charleston.
When Lord De Bourgh died, Anne took over the club and turned it into one of the most successful ventures of fictional Regency England. And everyone you could imagine, especially those characters within public domain, loved to get down at De Bourgh’s.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
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