May 7, 2009
IT IS A TRUTH universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains. Never was this truth more plain than during the recent attacks at Netherfield Park, in which a household of eighteen was slaughtered and consumed by a horde of the living dead.
Sounds rather familiar?
It was the beginning lines of a book by Seth Grahame-Smith, called “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies”. Needless to say, the book was a terribly-written version of Jane Austen’s beloved classic, Pride and Prejudice.
The auther, Seth Grahame-Smith, claims that he has transformed “a masterpiece of world literature into something you’d actually want to read.” Good Lord!
The book focused on the Bennet sisters, who were living in the middle of a strange plague in regency England, killing the living and reviving them back to life as the undead who must feed on the living to survive. The conflict in town is fierce, spreading to the countryside and into the village of Meryton where Elizabeth Bennet and her family reside nearby at Longbourn. Mr. Bennet extricated from his library has dedicated himself instead to training his five daughters from an early age in the deadly arts, traveling with them to China to attend Ninja finishing school with a Shaolin Master. His business in life was to keep them alive. The business of Mrs. Bennet’s was to get them married.
I gave the book a chance. I tried to read it, but after “the pentagram of death” (everyone was at the ball where Darcy slighted Lizzie, and the a horde of zombies -wait, the correct term is ‘the unmentionables’, and Mr. Bennet called to his five daughters to form “the pentagram of death”), it was all too much and too disgusting, I cannot read on.
Grahame-Smith not only wrecked one of the finest classics, but he also took great pride in doing so.
What an abomination!