Friday, November 20, 2009
Shmide and Shmejudice
About a week ago I went to the library to get The Kite runner. Checked out.
I looked for The Lovely Bones. Checked out.
Needing a book and finding myself with a blank mind I finally caved in and got Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.
I have been putting this off for years - partly due to my possession of a Y Chromosome and increased recently due to the parting of a rabid Austenite from my life - but in the face of dwindling alternatives I attempt now to get it over and done with.
It doesn't help that I already know, to excruciating detail, the progress and ending of this book. Thanks to the 700 film versions out there in the market (that means you too Carmen Rasmussen) I already know full well that Mr. Whickam is a dirt-bag, Mr. Bingely will return and marry Jane and Mr. and Mrs. indifference themselves (not what they posses, what I have for them) will get over their uppity self-assuredness and fall into a stupor of incandescently joyous love.
The one interesting thing that I've read so far has come from Charlotte Lucas (she's the "ugly" one) where she says:
"In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better show more affection than she feels."
You hear that boys and girls! Jane Austen, the author of the century in the book of the century just gave a shout-out to PONGING!
Now if only the nation of weeping girls who watch the barrage of cinematic P&P interpretations -- spooning mouthfuls of mouse tracks and woefully dreaming of the day their Mr. Darcy will appear -- would actually learn something from their muse.