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A review by sascha_z
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
3.0
I couldn't resist the temptation to ask an AI to write a review in the style of Jane Austen. The result is not quite a masterpiece, but I couldn’t suppress a light chuckle. So in that respect, it is indeed like ‘Pride and Prejudice’.
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man of large fortune, must be in want of a wife. And it is also a truth, that a sensible reader, must be in want of a more agreeable book than “Pride and Prejudice”.
For what does this celebrated work contain, but a tiresome detail of the matrimonial plans and mistakes of a few country families? What is the story, but a succession of contrived events and fortunate letters, that unite the proud Mr. Darcy and the prejudiced Miss Elizabeth Bennet, after much vexation and error? What is the instruction, but a shallow lesson on the perils of forming hasty opinions and the virtues of marrying for affection?
One may be inclined to suppose, that such a book has little to offer to the present reader, who is accustomed to more spirited and original tales. Yet one should be in error. For “Pride and Prejudice” is not without its charms, and its faults are partly atoned for by its merits.
The book has some degree of wit and satire, that—though they might have been more bold and cutting in its own day—still retain some lustre at present. The authoress has a fine discernment of the follies and weaknesses of mankind, and displays them with a mild sarcasm. The characters are well-drawn and distinct, and some of them, such as the foolish Mrs. Bennet and the pompous Mr. Collins, are very diverting and memorable. The prose itself is undeniably elegant, though prone to an Austenian overuse of adverbs that would make even Mr. Collins blush. Every smile is "radiant," every sigh "undoubtedly heartfelt," and every dance step "executed with admirable precision."
So, if you have an afternoon to spare and a fondness for genteel satire, then "Pride and Prejudice" might just tickle your fancy. Just do not, dear reader, expect to be swept away by a literary whirlwind of originality and depth. Consider it a gentle stroll through a meticulously landscaped garden, where the highlight is a particularly well-pruned shrub.
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man of large fortune, must be in want of a wife. And it is also a truth, that a sensible reader, must be in want of a more agreeable book than “Pride and Prejudice”.
For what does this celebrated work contain, but a tiresome detail of the matrimonial plans and mistakes of a few country families? What is the story, but a succession of contrived events and fortunate letters, that unite the proud Mr. Darcy and the prejudiced Miss Elizabeth Bennet, after much vexation and error? What is the instruction, but a shallow lesson on the perils of forming hasty opinions and the virtues of marrying for affection?
One may be inclined to suppose, that such a book has little to offer to the present reader, who is accustomed to more spirited and original tales. Yet one should be in error. For “Pride and Prejudice” is not without its charms, and its faults are partly atoned for by its merits.
The book has some degree of wit and satire, that—though they might have been more bold and cutting in its own day—still retain some lustre at present. The authoress has a fine discernment of the follies and weaknesses of mankind, and displays them with a mild sarcasm. The characters are well-drawn and distinct, and some of them, such as the foolish Mrs. Bennet and the pompous Mr. Collins, are very diverting and memorable. The prose itself is undeniably elegant, though prone to an Austenian overuse of adverbs that would make even Mr. Collins blush. Every smile is "radiant," every sigh "undoubtedly heartfelt," and every dance step "executed with admirable precision."
So, if you have an afternoon to spare and a fondness for genteel satire, then "Pride and Prejudice" might just tickle your fancy. Just do not, dear reader, expect to be swept away by a literary whirlwind of originality and depth. Consider it a gentle stroll through a meticulously landscaped garden, where the highlight is a particularly well-pruned shrub.