Utterly and seriously, horrid. Well, the end was okay really, at least, the woman turned out to be somewhat sensible. Oh, but it’s a wee bit eerie. The book, in my opinion, simply destroys the great Mr. Darcy and how anyone (especially a fan of Jane Austen) could do that, is beyond me.
The story goes something like this (as far as I can recall, I flipped through some of the pages, it was just disturbing, really) –
A woman – named Emily, aged somewhere between 20 and 30, American and loves Jane Austen – having dated some nasty men in the recent past finds the perfect getaway and lo and behold, paatas, standing in front of her is Mr. Darcy. Only thing is, there’s the imaginary one (yes, a real imaginary one) and the real one (a “foul tempered journalist” who turns out to be more like Mr. Darcy).
You can call it a modern rendition of the Pride and Prejudice. No you can’t call that either. It’s more like – the same plot (as in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice), but modern era, modern equipment, modern language, modern people. But, the story is the same.
For instance, there’s the overheard conversation – the woman is called “average-looking” by the man, well she overhears him telling that to someone over the phone. Yes, very modern. (Between, that was what confirmed to me that this was indeed a modern day rendition). Then, of course, there’s the whole Wickham episode – the made up tales and all that. Oh, there’s also the letter that he gives – only thing, this time it’s an email. But it was only towards the end that this woman figures out that her tale was similar to Pride and Prejudice – and I thought she was a major fan.
The protagonist is nothing like Elizabeth Bennet. She’s weak.
Yet, now, all this is fine, excusable.
But, this whole un-real Mr. Darcy who pops in and then disappears is disturbing. That’s where the book turn extremely horrid. She comes across this guy. His name is Mr. Darcy, only she can see him. He’s dressed like in old days. He talks like that. He appears from here and there and then disappears. He even proposes, or is about to. And this woman says about Elizabeth Bennet and he knows her too. And it’s never made clear as to who he is, which is the seriously weird part.
And what’s more is that this imaginary Mr. Darcy is portrayed as flawless and perfect (well, from what I read, that’s what I gather), which destroys Austen’s Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy is not perfect. He’s flawed. Geez.
The only consolation is that at the end, this woman realises that she’s a hopeless romantic and she needs to be in a real relationship with a real man and real problems.
Anyway, one bit I found particularly interesting –
“Just imagine being in a world where men didn’t steal your cab, cheat on you or have an addiction to internet porn, but were chivalrous, devoted and honourable…”
Was there such a world?