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Venturing into the Countryside
If you try to imagine what life was like for a woman in the early 19th century, Jane Austen’s world of complex yet delightful social relationships may come to mind. But in her work there are only hints of the major artistic movement that was at its peak in that moment in Britain. Romanticism had entered the world by the late 18th century and had been influenced by the individualistic ideals of the French Revolution; its followers regarded nature as sacred in a rapidly industrialized world and placed its interest in the past, especially the medieval period.
These themes may not have much to do with Austen at first glance, but we can certainly appreciate a dynamic between her enlightened 18th century mind and the Romantic emotion in her work. The concept of wild, untamed nature and the sublime is key to understanding the Romantics’ view of how humans should experience the world. They rejected the 18th century idea that human reason should be used to tame and perfect nature. Instead, the greatness radiating from astonishing landscapes kept intact would be taken as an endless source of inspiration.
What are men to rocks and mountains? Oh! what hours of transport we shall spend! And when we do return, it shall not be like other travelers, without being able to give one accurate idea of any thing. We will know where we have gone—we will recollect what we have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers shall not be jumbled together in our imaginations; nor, when we attempt to describe any particular scene, will we begin quarrelling about its relative situation. Let our first effusions be less insupportable than those of the generality of travelers.
These words spoken by Elizabeth Bennett in Pride and Prejudice not only depict the heroine deeply enjoying the kind of landscape we have mentioned (she is referring to the Lake District, home to such poets as Wordsworth and Coleridge, who featured this area’s beauty, untouched beyond imagination, in their work) but also her desire to make her experience purely individual—another central idea of Romanticism.
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I think we should write unnecessary sequels to public-domain classics.
I wanna read Dracula 2: Sherlock Holmes and the Curse of Dracula’s Ghost. I wanna read Pride and Prejudice 2: Elizabeth Has a Gun.
This is literally Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
No, it’s not. P&P&Z is a re-imagining of the original plot, not a sequel. I want to give Elizabeth a gun after the events of the first novel are concluded.
who would Elizabeth have beef enough to kill over with?
Idk, I haven’t actually read P&P since school and I honestly don’t remember it all that well, but that’s the magic of writing unnecessary sequels to public-domain works. It could be whoever we want it to be.
George Wickham.
Lydia comes to Pemberley for a visit, sans her husband because Darcy will not let that man set foot in their house after what he did to Georgiana. And she’s just as bubbly as usual, just as chatty. Until Darcy makes his excuses and leaves the two sisters sitting in front of the fire, and after a slight pause Lydia informs Lizzy that she can’t imagine how she manages to stay happy with a man so serious and grim as Darcy.
Lizzy, who knows her husband well enough by now, and that he was, in fact, smiling for most of dinner, tells her that they are well suited for each other and she is light enough for both of them.
After another pause, Lydia turns dark serious eyes to her eldest sister and asks in a tremulous, “Is he cruel to you too?”
Because we know George Wickham. We know what he is. He’s the man who tried to seduce a fifteen year old girl (Georgiana) for her fortune. He’s the man who ran off with Lydia Bennet, then also fifteen and the youngest of five sisters, knowing her family would be forced to give him her dowry and pay for them to marry her or else she’d be ruined. All the sisters would. And Lizzy knew, she knew the man was a rake and a cad. She’d even seen the way he yanked her arm in the carriage that first time they came home after their elopement. But somehow she’d still hoped that he’d try to make her happy. That hope is dead now.
Though not as dead as Wickham’s about to be.
It would be quite easy, she thinks, to make it look like a hunting accident. But then she wouldn’t get to see the fear in Wickham’s eyes. She wants him to know, you see. She wants to watch the charm and bravado drain from his face as he hears the pistol cock and realizes his final fatal error. Because while it might be a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife, there is yet another greater universal truth he failed to recognize.
Don’t fuck with the Bennet sisters; they will end you.
Pride and Prejudice Two: Elizabeth Has A Gun.
yes, but there is already a murder mystery novel after the events in P&P - PD James wrote it … DEATH COMES TO PEMBERLEY. They even made a three part mini-series out of it.
Pride and Prejudice fic rec where Little Lizzie sees what an indolent land owner her father is and takes steps to improve… well… everything.
OMG… Not-A-Bennett is my new favorite fic trope in the Pride and Prejudice fandom. It’s where Elizabeth and possibly Jane are not Bennett daughters. Also tangentially related, I also now adore the hitherto unbeknownst Brother Bennett trope. If you happen to know of any fics of this nature, please for the love of God let me know!
Aunt Phillips comes across Lady Catherine de Bourgh verbally abusing Elizabeth in rhe prettyish kind of wilderness.
Aunt Defender - demoncandy - Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen [Archive of Our Own]
Oh my God. I read this:
Pink - MargotHarwood - Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen [Archive of Our Own]
Another angsty drabble from our friend Mr. Darcy’s perspective. This takes place after he has returned to London following his epic fail of a first proposal attempt.
So I wrote this:
Wolfsong-Elizabeth Bennett:
There was a woman. Older. The same coloring as the others. She held herself regally, and I wondered if I’d ever seen anyone more beautiful. Her eyes were kind but cautious. She was tense, like she was ready to move at any moment.
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