It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman in possession of a classic Jane Austen work, must be hoping it has been somehow amended so as not to make her weep with insufferable ennui.
That’s how it goes down in my house, anyway.
I have a handful of high-brow proclivities. Jane Austen, however, is not among them. In fact, I’ve waxed previously that an earlier P&P rewrite — Seth Grahame-Smith’s Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, with its staggering, brain-starved “unmentionables” terrorizing the Hertfordshire countryside, its grand and gracious reimagining of those tedious Bennet hens as brilliant warriors expertly schooled in the deadly arts — did in fact cash the check its presumptive jacket copy wrote when it proclaimed it would “transform a masterpiece of world literature into something [I’d] actually want to read.”
The day I heard whispers that Hollywood might be remaking my beloved Flash Gordon was another situation altogether, but before I hoist myself on my own petard I’ll bring the topic back ‘round to Jane Austen. Or, more appropriately, Mitzi Szereto, whose latest take on the Meryton contingent is entirely bereft of zombie blood and viscera.
It does, however, double-down on ejaculate.
That’s how it goes down in my house, anyway.
I have a handful of high-brow proclivities. Jane Austen, however, is not among them. In fact, I’ve waxed previously that an earlier P&P rewrite — Seth Grahame-Smith’s Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, with its staggering, brain-starved “unmentionables” terrorizing the Hertfordshire countryside, its grand and gracious reimagining of those tedious Bennet hens as brilliant warriors expertly schooled in the deadly arts — did in fact cash the check its presumptive jacket copy wrote when it proclaimed it would “transform a masterpiece of world literature into something [I’d] actually want to read.”
The day I heard whispers that Hollywood might be remaking my beloved Flash Gordon was another situation altogether, but before I hoist myself on my own petard I’ll bring the topic back ‘round to Jane Austen. Or, more appropriately, Mitzi Szereto, whose latest take on the Meryton contingent is entirely bereft of zombie blood and viscera.
It does, however, double-down on ejaculate.
So pious are these fools who get backed up by the fact that woman of that period had real sexual desired not that far removed from the desires of women today. I have no problem with updating a classic. Hey, if Oingo Boingo can cover the Beetles, then....
Thanks, Cherry! I'm a big Jane Austen fan, and your piece makes me want to run out and buy this Pride & Prejudice redux. Far from being an affront to the very dead Miss Austen's work, I think this sexy, saucy reinterpretation is in fact an homage---or at least you made it sound that way.
All I can say is that if either the zombies or the sex prompt anyone under 40 to actually read the original, that would be great. And, if you haven't read the original, you should - because it makes both the zombie and the smutty version all that much more enjoyable.
I think it's pretty clear from her work, that Ms Austen had a superb sense of humour. Too bad her devotees in the society for her appreciation don't.