DCtP: The Honeymoon Is Over

Well, my initial enthusiasm for Death Comes to Pemberley is over.  It may have even been, dare I say it, preemptive.

I finished the novel, and I'm left feeling...what?  Unsatisfied?  Misled?  James' "Prologue" is, indeed, rather brilliant, and for me, it may be the highlight of the book.  The rest of the novel proper doesn't contain that same Austen-esque wit and style.  While P.D. James is obviously quite familiar with the social conventions of Austen's time, the style of the book just isn't as lively (as either Austen or James' own prologue).  In fact, the opening chapters seem to have a Bronte influence*, a touch of the Gothic, "on a dark and stormy night" filled with foreboding until the actual murder is announced.

Now my misgivings with the book may be due entirely to genre; James is writing a murder mystery, not a drawing room comedy.  Her style might be entirely suited to the murder mystery genre.  I wouldn't know; I'm not a murder mystery afficianado and haven't been since I was obsessed with Lilian Jackson Braun's The Cat Who books in junior high.  It all felt much too fast-paced, but again, mystery book, not regency romance.  The resolution of James' plot is (un)suitably complicated and convoluted.  Is this typical for mystery?  It felt more like the wrapping up of loose ends in a farce than a period mystery.

More than that, though, is the fact that James' relationship with these characters seems too close and almost too comfortable and casual.  We are privy to their thoughts and feelings in a way we never are in Austen's world (especially Darcy).  There is no slightly distant ironic narrator.  I didn't care for that kind of relationship with the characters.

In short, the "Prologue" was the best part of the book for me.

(Snoopy courtesy of TVTropes.org)

*Don't  misunderstand me.  A touch of the Bronte is not considered a bad thing around here (pointing to Leonard's collection of Jane Eyre editions).  I just wasn't expecting it in this book.

Death Comes to Pemberley

If you know anything about me, you probably already know that I detest so-called "fan fiction" in almost any of its many forms.  There is a lot of fanfic out there, and most of it is bad.  Really bad.  Really, really bad. I also consider these "sequels" to classic literature to be fanfic of a kind.  I take my Victorian literature rather seriously, to a point.  I think I also have a lingering, if somewhat irrational fear, that the (probably legitimate) fanfic-sequel will taint or ruin my memories and knowledge of the original, similar to when your memory starts to conflate both the book and the film version of a thing.  That, of course, only applies to these "somewhat legitimate" published versions.  The rest of the fanfic I don't touch because bad writing hurts my soul.  (And do not get me started on the abomination that is anything Seth Grahame-Smith has ever touched!)

It is with such trepidation that I slowly approached Death Comes to Pemberley by J.D. James.  I only heard of it because they're making it into a film featuring Jenna Coleman of Doctor Who fame.  I did a little bit of research, and what can I say?  I'm more apt to believe an older woman with a professed "lifelong passion for Austen" than I am some twenty-something "ironic" hipster who claims he "took an English class once."

I've only read the "Prologue" so far, and I just have two words:

Thank you.

Thank you, P.D. James.  She has effectively captured some of the Victorian style and syntax while also retaining that spark of Austen's wit and (actual) ironic touch without being outright sarcastic or mean.  I actually chuckled out loud a couple of passages today whilst reading over lunch, like this one:

"Elizabeth had never been popular, indeed the more perceptive of the Meryton ladies occasionally suspected that Miss Lizzy was privately laughing at them.  They also accused her of being sardonic, and although there was uncertainty about the meaning of the word, they knew that it was not a desirable quality in a woman, being one which gentlemen particularly disliked" (9).

So we're off to a rousing start!  My expectations for the rest of the book have been raised from previously.  Let's just hope they don't fuck up the movie.

P.S.  Coleman recently took a break from filming to sign some autographs (in costume!!).