This article was published on Elle.com
The fact that Jane Austen, in the course of her short life, published her books anonymously made a great impression on me as a girl of fifteen. It was the surly English teacher who told us this, and I was tempted to ask why, but I soon abandoned the idea, out of timidity. Meanwhile, I read Pride and Prejudice, but it didn't interest me. At the time, I was enthralled by the great male adventure novels, with their stories that ranged all over the world, and I wanted to write such books myself: I couldn't resign myself to the idea that women's novels were domestic tales of love and marriage. I was past twenty when I returned to Jane Austen. And from that moment not only did I love everything she had written but I was passionate about her anonymity…