Showing posts with label Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict


Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict is a thoroughly fun escape from the everyday to Jane Austenland. It chronicles the adventures of Courtney Stone, a thirtyish singleton living in 21st century Los Angeles, who wakes up in the body of Jane Mansfield, a thirtyish singleton living with her parents in England in 1813.

Ever since I first fell in love with the Diana Gabaldon Outlander series, I've speculated that one of the secrets to its success was the fact that Gabaldon could write a historical novel but have her heroine, through the marvels of time travel, react to everything she encounters in a thoroughly modern way--this setup neatly turns any anachronistic detail that might creep into the text into a function of the modern-day heroine not understanding the nuances of the world into which she has been flung. Laurie Viera Rigler uses the same setup in Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict and the result is a charming romp through Regency England with a thoroughly modern woman describing and commenting sarcastically on the food, furniture, transportation, bathing habits, rituals, social mores, and class distinctions. Courtney is funny and likeable in typical chick-lit fashion--she's unlucky in love, a bit hapless, but plucky and good at her core, and her new circumstances enable her to grow in confidence and self-awareness, emerging from her cocoon of self-doubt and taking her rightful place as strong, happy, fulfilled woman.

As with Remarkable Creatures, a novel I reviewed earlier this year and which happens to be one of my favorites books of 2010, the only part I didn't much care for was when Courtney/Jane actually encounters Jane Austen in the flesh. She chases after her, forces her to engage with her, and the whole episode made me blush both for Courtney/Jane and the author. I hate this kind of thing. It's okay for Courtney/Jane to fantasize about meeting Austen, but I have yet to appreciate a scene like this that isn't totally a spoof.

That quibble aside, I enjoyed the heroine's character and her story, and I thought Rigler did a good job in creating her own story with wonderful characters and not just plopping her time traveler down in an Austen novel. I particularly liked the father, Mr. M., and his Picasso-like paintings, and Charles Edgeworth and his sister were nicely drawn, three-dimensional characters. Mrs. M., Jane's mother, was a nice mixture of Mrs. Bennet and Mrs. Norris, and the descriptions of London and Bath were definitely entertaining.

I thought the underlying theme of living in the life you happen to have is a strong, positive one that worked well. There were a couple of loose ends story-wise (e.g., just what was the relationship between Jane and the serving man brother of her maid?), and I tend to like to know a bit more about the author's view regarding the mechanics of their version of time travel/body swapping than I was given.

I found the book overall to be fun, interesting, and diverting enough for me to go ahead and order the sequel, Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict, which recounts the adventures of Jane Mansfield waking up to find she is in Courtney Stone's body two hundred years after she fell off her horse and knocked herself unconscious.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Confessions of a Shopaholic: Why, Why, Why?


I like to read light, frothy books between heavy, serious books, and so a couple of weeks ago, I treated myself to Sophie Kinsella's Confessions of a Shopaholic as a reward for completing part 2 of Anna Karenina.

It was fun. Rebecca Bloomwood is definitely cut from the same chick-lit cloth as Bridget Jones, from her quirky, sweet hapless self-deception to her attractive doing-the-right thing when the chips are down. And I felt the shades of Pemberley and P&P in that she is initially adamantly prejudiced towards hero Luke Brandon, who turns out to be a wonderfully sexy knight-in-Savile Row, just like Mark Darcy. The icing on the cake is that the story takes place in London, and I enjoyed hearing about Rebecca shopping at Harrods, etc.

Then I rented the movie. My daughter warned me that Rebecca was an American in Manhattan, and I swallowed hard but decided that I would give up London in order to see the film version of this cute, funny story. But the script writers did not tell Kinsella's story, and they completely alienated me when they resorted to coincidence--in their version, Luke gives Rebecca the money she needs for the scarf when he meets her for the first time at a hot dog stand, and then it turns out that he is the hiring manager in the job she has to get. In the book, they had known each other for some time and she was already completely hardened towards him when he loaned her the money. He was her nemesis throughout, only redeeming himself near the end, but with plenty of hints that he found Rebecca mighty appealing...just as she was. I didn't even watch the whole thing, but abandoned it when Rebecca is fighting a bunch of other stereotypes over bargain Gucci boots. Puhlease!

It escapes me why Hollywood pays good money for the screenrights to a successful novel and then pays more money to rewrite the story into the same ho-hum storyline that has been done a thousand times. Are they just buying the rights to the title? Seems like it. All right, all right. I'm not saying that the P&P storyline hasn't been done a thousand plus times, but it works! Why mess with a proven formula for a trite, silly one? Even fluff needs to hold up under the lights.

Yesterday, I finished part 3 of Anna Karenina. I hope to be able to post soon on it as well as this week's froth, Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict...which I am loving!