Sunday, 27 June 2021

Pride and Prejudice Book Review

 

Summary

Pride and Prejudice revolves around the Bennet family, which consists of Mr. and Mrs. Bennet and their five daughters. Mrs. Bennet is desperate to marry off her daughters, as it was crucial in the 19th century to have one’s daughters married, or else the unmarried girls would be deemed as shameful and useless to the family. The eldest daughter of the family is Jane, follows her is Elizabeth, and the novel focuses on mainly those two sister as well as the love stories they live later on. Comes into their lives Mr. Darcy, who is about to rent an estate nearby the family, along with his friend Mr. Bingley, and those gentlemen find interest in the two eldest Bennet daughters. Although Elizabeth and Darcy fall victims of misjudgment and prejudice, they eventually come to understand that they are both in love with each other. Similarly, as Jane and Mr. Bingley catch feelings for each other, they have to face and dodge some obstacles to finally settle together.

Main themes related to English society           

            Class and social status are two of the dominant themes in the novel, as much as they were dominant in England back in the 19th century. Pride and Prejudice highlights the prejudice and the judgment that arise due to the difference in people’s social status or class. For instance, consider Darcy’s pride in his class and his prejudice against Elizabeth’s family because of the reality that they are of a somewhat inferior class. Darcy says, “Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your connections? To congratulate myself on the hope of relations, whose condition in life is so decidedly beneath my own?” (Ch. 34, Pg. 240)

            Consider also Mr. Collins constant bragging of his relationship with Lady Catherine. Mr. Collins in that way is revealing how class conscious he is, he also reveals that being related to a member of the aristocratic society then he is more worthy of respect and admiration. “I have more than once observed to Lady Catherine that her charming daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and that the most elevated rank, instead of giving her consequence, would be adorned by her. — These are the kind of little things which please her ladyship, and it is a sort of attention which I conceive myself peculiarly bound to pay.” (Ch. 14, Pg, 83)

            Another very prominent theme in the novel is women—or how society treats women. Austen criticizes the pressure put on women and the standards that a woman needs to meet in order to be deemed as womanly. During the conversation that takes place between Darcy, Elizabeth, Mr. Bennet and his sister, Darcy claims that a lady must posses certain skills (which are not so few, actually!) to be viewed as womanly. Darcy says, “no one can be really esteemed accomplished, who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved.” (Ch. 8, Pg, 47) Austen then cleverly utilizes Elizabeth to mock those stereotypical judgments of women by teasing Darcy at his knowing very few women, Elizabeth says, “I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any.” (CH. 8, Pg, 48)                

Weaknesses and strengths

            One of the weaknesses of the novel, I find, is how much silly and funny some of the characters are, to the point where it feels pretentious and overall funny. One of the characters I mean is Mrs. Bennet for instance. They way she portrays herself, or from another perspective the way Austen uses Mrs. Bennet as very desperate and hungry for money and marriage to her daughters is just silly.

            On the other hand, one strength that the novel posses is the character’s ability to realize and recognize their own faults and mistakes, and openly admit them. For instance, Elizabeth in one of the chapters says, “But vanity, not love, has been my folly…” (Ch. 36, Pg. 259) when she reads Darcy’s letter explaining his sentiments against Wickham after she had misjudged him for being greedy and unjust.

Conclusion: personal reflection on the writing style of Austen

            Apart from the fact that the novel discusses prevalent and important social issues, Austen makes her novels too good to be true, in other words the happy endings in her novels—take for instance Persuasion as well as Pride and Prejudice—are a little unrealistic. Moreover, in comparison to other writers who belonged to the same era, e.g., Charlotte Bronte, the air that Austen creates with her novels is far more optimistic and bright than other novels such as Jane Eyre or Villette. Those novels by Bronte create an air of suspense and tragedy rather than being all happiness and butterflies.

            Though Austen creates somewhat unrealistic plot(s), it is inevitable to have a couple of laughs at her witty writing style and at her use of sarcasm to tease some of her characters. Austen, for instance, makes fun of how insensible Mary Bennet is, by saying… “Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.” (Ch. 2, Pg, 7) In other words, Austen’s writing style is identifiable by its sarcasm and humor.

Sunday, 31 January 2021

Letter Home

Mon amie,

I have received your last message affirming that you've landed at home. And what better affirmation than your safety and happiness there is? I don't know. I want to dearly say sorry for not promptly sending a response. My silence could mean two things: either I am sick at heart or ill at body. The latter disqualified - only I am sick at heart. What are the good that clutch to my clutching to this place. Son of man, you don't know. Where does the sun beat, and the tree give shelter, and the breeze any relief? I too don't know. 

Is it possible? That I perhaps feel less heavy at heart soon. And is there anyone to make it possible? And what would the doctor say? Come back, son amie. I want, truly desire and want, more of you. We haven't had much time, and it pains me to survive in this place without the image of you and me. If I should go anywhere in the world right now...where are you? 

I miss you deeply, awfully, senselessly. I have missed you since the day I met you. All this time I've longed for nothing but you. Enough of that. Write to me so I know you're happy at home. And write to me so I remain sane at the thought of you sitting there with a bouquet of words for me.  


Yours

Monday, 28 December 2020

Tell me something that counts

I will tell you something that counts

I think of you when things are well and when things are... (listen!)

when we two parted in hopelessness  and vain

I turned around       moaning     missing 

how could I not       like it or not

it was the best of times      it was the worst of times

talking of Michelangelo and being in Thai a pro

yes that was long ago - yes the memories still come and go


in the midst of all I saw the world in your sm(eye)le

and spring and summer and fall

infinity in the way you looked like home

(I must've wrote a hundred poems on the way you felt like home)

the way you looked sat all alone

how many secrets can you keep? 

(I wrote to you a dozen poems and read them on repeat) 


if there were no you how could poetry exist

(if there were no people like you how dare art exist)

a little lover always said

you're never forgotten once a poet writes for you

my gentle precious friend poetry was made for you

now what


you are not gone      never can it be

December is the cruelest month 

never! never can that be

dare not leave here       come let us plant a tree

come in under the shadow of our tree

I will offer you love in a handful of mud

(I will show you the world in a handful of mud)

Monday, 7 December 2020

Be my road, my sea and sky

I adore the sky with its unravelling secrets and scars

yielding stars as much as she loves and much as she cries

and you are a sky full of stars

a sky that blossoms and a sky that's living

with tenderness and care

ever present with a breeze of fresh air

lead me to the sky again


I adore the sea in its wrath and its quivers 

like you it moves me with shivers

a spring crazy, outraging, at times            quiet

I adore it all

its mysteriosity and its sprawl

minus the days I can't sail in it

Lead me to the sailing boat again


Oh and the road I adore the road

reminiscing of our earliest encounter  

and our earnest laughter      our hearty banter

faster

lead me to the road again

planted out of longing a rose 

and I am no planter

but the anticipation            the degree of separation 

cultivated love and a rose

and they are yet in bloom

just lead me to the road again

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

Do you like the beginning? I do

Consider these first lines from 10 great classics I've personally enjoyed. Without context, these lines do not give away any details about the plot. In other words, they don't qualify to be spoilers. That being said, proceed with no worries :)

Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." 

Willa Cather, My Antonia 
"I first heard of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America." 

John Steinbeck, Once There Was a War
"Somewhere in England, June 20, 1943--The troops in their thousands sit on their equipment on the dock. It is evening, and the first of the dimout lights come on. The men wear their helmets, which make them all look alike, make them look like long rows of mushrooms. Their rifles are leaning against their knees. They have no identity, no personality. The men are units in an army." 


 E.M. Forster, A Room with a View
" 'The signora had no business to do it,' said Miss Bartlett, 'no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view, close together, instead of which here are north rooms, here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart..."

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
"It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the papers - goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves. I thought it must be the worst thing in the world." 

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis 
"When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin."

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird 
"When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When it healed, and Jem's fear of never being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury." 

Charlotte Bronte, Villette
"My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton. Her husband's family had been residents there for generations, and bore, indeed, the name of their birthplace--Bretton of Bretton: whether by coincidence, or because some remote ancestor had been a personage of sufficient importance to leave his name to his neighborhood, I know not."

Albert Camus, The Plague
"The unusual events described in this chronicle occurred in 194- at Oran. Everyone agreed that, considering their somewhat extraordinary character, they were out of place there.”