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“Pemberley’s Christmas Ghost” is K. Scott Wood’s holiday variant on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. It’s set the second Christmas after the marriage of Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth Bennet Darcy. It’s available as a free or inexpensive e-book.
****SPOILERS, FOR SURE****
Usually if a book fails to engage me or if I find something that offends my sensibilities, I simply don’t finish it. Occasionally, however, I do persist. Sometimes it’s because an element of the story appeals, sometimes hope for improvement keeps me reading, but sometimes it’s to see just how bad the story can get. “Pemberley’s Christmas Ghost” unfortunately falls in this latter category.
The premise has potential. A crowded household means that the Blue Room at Pemberley must be used as a guest chamber. It’s supposedly haunted by the ghost of a Tudor woman who died there after the execution of her lover; during the Twelve Days of Christmas, her spirit observes couples who occupy the room and either blesses or curses them based on the strength and purity of their love. The Darcys plan to rotate the married couples through the Blue Room as a test. No problem there--good openings for humor, interesting character development beyond the canon, and suspenseful manifestations.
Editorial problems are numerous. For one thing, the Bennet name is spelled “Bennett” consistently. Punctuation and paragraphing are hinky in places. As a practical matter, guests at a house party would have the same bed chamber throughout their stay. Anachronisms include the serving of dinners in modern courses rather than those of the Regency period. Mrs. Bennet refers to the recent publication of that new novel Northanger Abbey. The Darcys and their guests (including Mr. and Mrs. Collins) do not attend church services at any point during the holidays. Pemberley becomes an easy carriage ride distance from Hertfordshire. I could go on.
What I dislike most is the gross change in Austen’s characters. Darcy and Elizabeth, planning on Christmas alone at Pemberley, make little attempt to discourage Mrs. Bennet’s descent with a literal houseful of guests. The invitation to the Collinses, meant to annoy her, is their token resistance. They share a malicious glee at the prospect of the ghost cursing the Collinses or the Wickhams. Uncle Gardiner is a sot who passes out in the wine cellar and steals two trunks filled with bottles of wine when he and Mrs. Gardiner leave. Mr. Collins practices near celibacy after three years of marriage; he’s a butterfly collector who brings his net with him, apparently expecting to catch insects in Derbyshire in December. He’s cursed by the ghost because, in making love to his wife, he kept his nightcap on. (Shades of The Full Monty!) George and Lydia Wickham flaunt themselves as sexual athletes; they eavesdrop on the Collinses and report on Mr. Collins’s prowess to the other guests. Charles Bingley is a fool who thinks Wordsworth is a modern painter and, when told to eat with gusto, asks “who’s Gusto?” Kitty Bennet and Caroline Bingley are secretly lesbian lovers who exchanged vows in a romantic wood and now live together, blissfully happy, in a cottage. Wood mostly ignores Jane Bingley, Mrs. Collins, Mrs. Gardiner, and Mary Bennet. Georgiana Darcy is omitted entirely. Wickham and Lydia, Kitty and Caroline, and especially Mrs. Bennet repeatedly speak at meals in mixed company and the presence of Mary Bennet in sexual double entendres.
While Mrs. Bennet has never been IMO a pleasant character, Wood makes her a grotesque. In the habit of frequently dropping in at Pemberley uninvited and unannounced, she lays out her plans for the Darcys’ entertainment of the family. The guests from Longbourn arrive before daylight, and Mrs. Bennet openly queries if the Darcys’ delay in greeting guests is caused by their indulging in morning sex. She announces to everyone at table that Mr. Bennet’s poor health interferes with his ability to perform his husbandly duties, saying that he has a painful rash on his genitalia. She embarrasses Collins frightfully when she lasciviously describes eating raw oysters in terms equally applicable to oral sex. She asks Darcy to exfoliate her feet with pumice and Elizabeth to examine Mr. Bennet’s rash. Jane Austen’s Mrs. Bennet doesn’t deserve this treatment.
I repeat an old teachers’ joke when I say that I give “Pemberley’s Christmas Ghost” a grade of G, because it’s not good enough to deserve an F.
****SPOILERS, FOR SURE****
Usually if a book fails to engage me or if I find something that offends my sensibilities, I simply don’t finish it. Occasionally, however, I do persist. Sometimes it’s because an element of the story appeals, sometimes hope for improvement keeps me reading, but sometimes it’s to see just how bad the story can get. “Pemberley’s Christmas Ghost” unfortunately falls in this latter category.
The premise has potential. A crowded household means that the Blue Room at Pemberley must be used as a guest chamber. It’s supposedly haunted by the ghost of a Tudor woman who died there after the execution of her lover; during the Twelve Days of Christmas, her spirit observes couples who occupy the room and either blesses or curses them based on the strength and purity of their love. The Darcys plan to rotate the married couples through the Blue Room as a test. No problem there--good openings for humor, interesting character development beyond the canon, and suspenseful manifestations.
Editorial problems are numerous. For one thing, the Bennet name is spelled “Bennett” consistently. Punctuation and paragraphing are hinky in places. As a practical matter, guests at a house party would have the same bed chamber throughout their stay. Anachronisms include the serving of dinners in modern courses rather than those of the Regency period. Mrs. Bennet refers to the recent publication of that new novel Northanger Abbey. The Darcys and their guests (including Mr. and Mrs. Collins) do not attend church services at any point during the holidays. Pemberley becomes an easy carriage ride distance from Hertfordshire. I could go on.
What I dislike most is the gross change in Austen’s characters. Darcy and Elizabeth, planning on Christmas alone at Pemberley, make little attempt to discourage Mrs. Bennet’s descent with a literal houseful of guests. The invitation to the Collinses, meant to annoy her, is their token resistance. They share a malicious glee at the prospect of the ghost cursing the Collinses or the Wickhams. Uncle Gardiner is a sot who passes out in the wine cellar and steals two trunks filled with bottles of wine when he and Mrs. Gardiner leave. Mr. Collins practices near celibacy after three years of marriage; he’s a butterfly collector who brings his net with him, apparently expecting to catch insects in Derbyshire in December. He’s cursed by the ghost because, in making love to his wife, he kept his nightcap on. (Shades of The Full Monty!) George and Lydia Wickham flaunt themselves as sexual athletes; they eavesdrop on the Collinses and report on Mr. Collins’s prowess to the other guests. Charles Bingley is a fool who thinks Wordsworth is a modern painter and, when told to eat with gusto, asks “who’s Gusto?” Kitty Bennet and Caroline Bingley are secretly lesbian lovers who exchanged vows in a romantic wood and now live together, blissfully happy, in a cottage. Wood mostly ignores Jane Bingley, Mrs. Collins, Mrs. Gardiner, and Mary Bennet. Georgiana Darcy is omitted entirely. Wickham and Lydia, Kitty and Caroline, and especially Mrs. Bennet repeatedly speak at meals in mixed company and the presence of Mary Bennet in sexual double entendres.
While Mrs. Bennet has never been IMO a pleasant character, Wood makes her a grotesque. In the habit of frequently dropping in at Pemberley uninvited and unannounced, she lays out her plans for the Darcys’ entertainment of the family. The guests from Longbourn arrive before daylight, and Mrs. Bennet openly queries if the Darcys’ delay in greeting guests is caused by their indulging in morning sex. She announces to everyone at table that Mr. Bennet’s poor health interferes with his ability to perform his husbandly duties, saying that he has a painful rash on his genitalia. She embarrasses Collins frightfully when she lasciviously describes eating raw oysters in terms equally applicable to oral sex. She asks Darcy to exfoliate her feet with pumice and Elizabeth to examine Mr. Bennet’s rash. Jane Austen’s Mrs. Bennet doesn’t deserve this treatment.
I repeat an old teachers’ joke when I say that I give “Pemberley’s Christmas Ghost” a grade of G, because it’s not good enough to deserve an F.