22.05.12
I owe an apology to the gloom of Jane Austen for involving her beloved Elizabeth in the trauma of a snuff out investigation,” writes P.D. James in an author’s note at the well-spring of her latest work of crime fiction, luridly titled End Comes to Pemberley.
Only half of that statement is right. James does owe Austen a beholden of apology, but not for the reason she suggests. While she creates a compelling enough murder puzzle, packed with evocative detail, James is just, well, not funny. Above all, Austen was a wonderful author of comedy; she used her gift for humour to enrich what might otherwise have been provincial internal romances into something much, much finer.
Death Comes to Pemberley: By P.D. James, Faber & Faber, 320 pages, Rs 499.
It is a venturesome and risk-ridden endeavour to continue the story of Elizabeth Bennet, whose impish wit could be turned to any subject from the newfangled notion of the picturesque to the tribulations of outback dancing. One wonders why a writer would take it on at all were she not assured of her success in capturing at least something of the panache of her original.
Source: Livemint