Synopsis: “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” So begins Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen’s witty comedy of manners—one of the most popular novels of all time—that features splendidly civilized sparring between the proud Mr. Darcy and the prejudiced Elizabeth Bennet as they play out their spirited courtship in a series of eighteenth-century drawing-room intrigues. Renowned literary critic and historian George Saintsbury in 1894 declared it the “most perfect, the most characteristic, the most eminently quintessential of its author’s works,” and Eudora Welty in the twentieth century described it as “irresistible and as nearly flawless as any fiction could be.”
Quick Take: Personally, classics don’t appeal to me. They bore me and, though not lacking in aesthetic, I find myself having a hard time visualizing scenes from the book. Pride and Prejudice was no exception. It didn’t help that the characters were around the same age as I am, but the mere fact that they were living in a different century and had different ideals and culture were enough to make me disinterested. I read it for the sake of our school requirement. Anyway, I won’t delve too much into the story; honestly I cannot remember much about it.
Rating: 1/5 star