The main character in the film is in love with 1920s Paris. The era fascinates and inspires him—the literature, the music, the art, all of it. To him, it is a Golden Age. He feels like he was born in the wrong time and that he’d fit in far better in 1920s Paris. Another character feels the same about La Belle Époque. That got me to thinking: What era would I consider my Golden Age?
My initial reaction was to say Edwardian England. You’ve great writers like Forster, Wodehouse, and Chesterton. On stage, you’ve got Shaw and Ibsen. The suffragettes are becoming a force to be reckoned with, scientific advances in flight and radio are connecting people with distant lands. And the outfits!
But the more I considered it, I the less sure I was. I am interested in the literature of the period, but I’ve not immersed myself in reading works from that era. Shaw and Ibsen’s plays can be awfully talky on stage. They’re among the few I’d almost rather read. The suffragettes are being imprisoned and force fed. And the corsets!
I’m afraid I’m too much of a literary and cultural dilletante to feel drawn to any era to the exclusion of others. There are some times and places I’m more drawn to, but I’m not sure I’d want to live in any of them. Perhaps my Golden Age resides in a little blue police box that would let me dip in and out of different times and places as my whim takes me. Then again, maybe the books I read serve as my TARDIS.
What about you? What era would you consider a Golden Age? Or, like me, do you find it impossible to commit?