Pride and Prejudice and Badfic
I was at the library yesterday, and from the shelf of used books being sold for criminally cheap sums, found a book called Relations Such As These: A Pride and Prejudice What If Story by Sara O'Brien. There's not the usual pages of stuff that "real" publishers put in their books, like multiple pages about the copyright and stuff like that, so I wasn't surprised when I located Lulu.com's logo on the spine. The premise is that Darcy had "less than desirable" relations.
I picked it up, figuring that after I read it I could pass it on to my aunt, who reads tons of Austen pastiches and doesn't seem to be choosy about them, despite her usual literary snobbishness.
So I got home and read the prologue, and, well, let's just say I shall convey this work to my aunt with dispatch.
I opened it at random to give you a sample, which I have typed precisely as it is printed. Be glad that in this one, she remembered to use quotation marks to indicate that someone was speaking.
She smiled at him through her eye lashes, "I...am not uneasy sir, and I... thank you for your compliments." She halted, "Pray, may I ask what other pursuits your sister is apt to enjoy? Does she like to be out of doors or does she play and sing all day?"
Oh, dear. I just opened it at random later in the story and discovered that Caroline Bingley makes out with a viscount.
Caroline felt very warm in her feminine recesses, and enjoyed this novel sensation very much, "Oh viscount, you have no idea what you do to me sir."
Neither does the reader, though she can make a good guess.
I wonder if Aunt Claire will still be speaking to me after I hand this over.
I picked it up, figuring that after I read it I could pass it on to my aunt, who reads tons of Austen pastiches and doesn't seem to be choosy about them, despite her usual literary snobbishness.
So I got home and read the prologue, and, well, let's just say I shall convey this work to my aunt with dispatch.
I opened it at random to give you a sample, which I have typed precisely as it is printed. Be glad that in this one, she remembered to use quotation marks to indicate that someone was speaking.
She smiled at him through her eye lashes, "I...am not uneasy sir, and I... thank you for your compliments." She halted, "Pray, may I ask what other pursuits your sister is apt to enjoy? Does she like to be out of doors or does she play and sing all day?"
Oh, dear. I just opened it at random later in the story and discovered that Caroline Bingley makes out with a viscount.
Caroline felt very warm in her feminine recesses, and enjoyed this novel sensation very much, "Oh viscount, you have no idea what you do to me sir."
Neither does the reader, though she can make a good guess.
I wonder if Aunt Claire will still be speaking to me after I hand this over.