About the Author
Jane Austen is the author of Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion, Mansfield Park, and other masterpieces of English literature. Seth Grahame-Smith is the author of the New York Times best seller Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter. He also wrote the screenplay for the Tim Burton film Dark Shadows. He lives in Los Angeles.
Date of Birth:December 16, 1775
Date of Death:July 18, 1817
Place of Birth:Village of Steventon in Hampshire, England
Place of Death:Winchester, Hampshire, England
Education:Taught at home by her father
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Pride and Prejudice and ZombiesThe Classic Regency Romance-Now with Ultraviolent Zombie Mayhem
By JANE AUSTEN SETH GRAHAME-SMITH
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Chapter OneIT IS A TRUTH universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains. Never was this truth more plain than during the recent attacks at Netherfield Park, in which a household of eighteen was slaughtered and consumed by a horde of the living dead.
"My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is occupied again?"
Mr. Bennet replied that he had not and went about his morning business of dagger sharpening and musket polishing-for attacks by the unmentionables had grown alarmingly frequent in recent weeks.
"But it is," returned she.
Mr. Bennet made no answer.
"Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.
"Woman, I am attending to my musket. Prattle on if you must, but leave me to the defense of my estate!"
This was invitation enough.
"Why, my dear, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune; that he escaped London in a chaise and four just as the strange plague broke through the Manchester line."
"What is his name?"
"Bingley. A single man of four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!"
"How so? Can he train them in the ways of swordsmanship and musketry?"
"How can you be so tiresome! You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them."
"Marriage? In times such as these? Surely this Bingley has no such designs."
"Designs! Nonsense, how can you talk so! It is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes."
"I see no occasion for that. And besides, we mustn't busy the roads more than is absolutely necessary, lest we lose more horses and carriages to the unfortunate scourge that has so troubled our beloved Hertfordshire of late."
"But consider your daughters!"
"I am considering them, silly woman! I would much prefer their minds be engaged in the deadly arts than clouded with dreams of marriage and fortune, as your own so clearly is! Go and see this Bingley if you must, though I warn you that none of our girls has much to recommend them: they are all silly and ignorant like their mother, the exception being Lizzy, who has something more of the killer instinct than her sisters."
"Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves."
"You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard of little else these last twenty years at least."
Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and self-discipline, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. Her mind was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented, she fancied herself nervous. And when she was nervous-as she was nearly all the time since the first outbreak of the strange plague in her youth-she sought solace in the comfort of the traditions which now seemed mere trifles to others.
The business of Mr. Bennet's life was to keep his daughters alive. The business of Mrs. Bennet's was to get them married.
Chapter TwoMR. BENNET WAS AMONG the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Bingley. He had always intended to visit him, though to the last always assuring his wife that he should not go; and till the evening after the visit was paid she had no knowledge of it. It was then disclosed in the following manner. Observing his second daughter employed in carving the Bennet crest in the handle of a new sword, he suddenly addressed her with:
"I hope Mr. Bingley will like it, Lizzy."
"We are not in a way to know what Mr. Bingley likes," said her mother resentfully, "since we are not to visit."
"But you forget, mamma," said Elizabeth, "that we shall meet him at the next ball."
Mrs. Bennet deigned not to make any reply, but, unable to contain herself, began scolding one of her daughters.
"Don't keep coughing so, Kitty, for Heaven's sake! You sound as if you have been stricken!"
"Mother! What a dreadful thing to say, with so many zombies about!" replied Kitty fretfully. "When is your next ball to be, Lizzy?"
"Aye, so it is," cried her mother, "and it will be impossible to introduce him, since we shall not know him ourselves. Oh, how I wish I had never heard the name Bingley!"
"I am sorry to hear that," said Mr. Bennet. "If I had known as much this morning I certainly would not have called on him. It is very unlucky; but as I have actually paid the visit, we cannot escape the acquaintance now."
The astonishment of the ladies was just what he wished: that of Mrs. Bennet perhaps surpassing the rest; though, when the first tumult of joy was over, she began to declare that it was what she had expected all the while.
"How good it was in you, my dear Mr. Bonnet! But I knew I should persuade you at last. I was sure you loved your girls too well to neglect such an acquaintance. Well, how pleased I am! And it is such a good joke, too, that you should have gone this morning and never said a word about it till now."
"Do not mistake my indulgence for a relaxation in discipline," said Mr. Bennet. "The girls shall continue their training as ever-Bingley or no Bingley."
"Of course, of course!" cried Mrs. Bennet. "They shall be as deadly as they are fetching!"
"Now, Kitty, you may cough as much as you choose," said Mr. Bonnet; and, as he spoke, he left the room, fatigued with the raptures of his wife.
"What an excellent father you have, girls!" said she, when the door was shut. "Such joys are scarce since the good Lord saw fit to shut the gates of Hell and doom the dead to walk amongst us. Lydia, my love, though you are the youngest, I dare say Mr. Bingley will dance with you at the next ball."
"Oh!" said Lydia stoutly "I am not afraid; for though I am the youngest, I'm also the most proficient in the art of tempting the other sex."
The rest of the evening was spent in conjecturing how soon Mr. Bingley would return Mr. Bennet's visit, and determining when they should ask him to dinner.
Chapter ThreeNOT ALL THAT Mrs. Bennet, however, with the assistance of her five daughters, could ask on the subject, was sufficient to draw from her husband any satisfactory description of Mr. Bingley. They attacked him in various ways-with barefaced questions, ingenious suppositions, and distant surmises; but he eluded the skill of them all, and they were at last obliged to accept the second-hand intelligence of their neighbour Lady Lucas. Her report was highly favourable. Sir William had been delighted with him. He was quite young, wonderfully handsome, and, to crown the whole, he meant to be at the next ball with a large party. Nothing could be more delightful!
"If I can but see one of my daughters happily settled at Netherfield," said Mrs. Bennet to her husband, "and all the others equally well married, I shall have nothing to wish for."
"And if I can see all five of them survive England's present difficulties, then neither shall I," he replied.
In a few days Mr. Bingley returned Mr. Bennet's visit, and sat about ten minutes with him in his library. He had entertained hopes of being admitted to a sight of the young ladies, of whose beauty and fighting skill he had heard much; but he saw only the father. The ladies were somewhat more fortunate, for they had the advantage of ascertaining from an upper window that he wore a blue coat, rode a black horse, and carried a French carbine rifle upon his back-quite an exotic weapon for an Englishman. However, from his clumsy wielding of it, Elizabeth was quite certain that he had little training in musketry or any of the deadly arts.
An invitation to dinner was soon afterwards dispatched; and already had Mrs. Bennet planned the courses that were to do credit to her housekeeping, when an answer arrived which deferred it all. Mr. Bingley was obliged to be in town the following day, and, consequently: unable to accept the honour of their invitation, etc. Mrs. Bennet was quite disconcerted. She could not imagine what business he could have in town so soon after his arrival in Hertfordshire. Lady Lucas quieted her fears a little by starting the idea of his being gone to London only to retrieve a large party, for the ball; and a report soon followed that Mr. Bingley was to bring twelve ladies and seven gentlemen with him to the assembly. The girls grieved over such a number of ladies, but were comforted by hearing that instead of twelve he brought only six with him from London-his five sisters and a cousin. And when the party entered the ball, it consisted of only five altogether-Mr. Bingley, his two sisters, the husband of the eldest, and another young man.
Mr. Bingley was good-looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine women, with an air of decided fashion, but little in the way of combat training. His brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst, merely looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien-and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes after his entrance, of his having slaughtered more than a thousand unmentionables since the fall of Cambridge. The gentlemen pronounced him to be a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than Mr. Bingley, and he was looked at with great admiration, until his manners gave a disgust which turned the tide of his popularity; for he was discovered to be proud, to be above his company, and above being pleased.
Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield. And though he lacked Mr. Darcy's proficiency with both sword and musket, such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast! Mr. Darcy was the proudest, most disagree-able man in the world, and everybody hoped that he would never come there again. Amongst the most violent against him was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment by his having slighted one of her daughters.
Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged, by the scarcity of gentlemen, to sit down for two dances; and during part of that time, Mr. Darcy had been standing near enough for her to hear a conversation between him and Mr. Bingley, who came from the dance for a few minutes, to press his friend to join it.
"Come, Darcy," said he, "I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner."
"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with."
"Upon my honour!" cried Mr. Bingley, "I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty."
"You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room," said Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet.
"Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable."
"Which do you mean?" and turning round he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said, "She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men."
As Mr. Darcy walked off, Elizabeth felt her blood turn cold. She had never in her life been so resulted. The warrior code demanded she avenge her honour. Elizabeth reached down to her ankle, taking care not to draw attention. There, her hand met the dagger concealed beneath her dress. She meant to follow this proud Mr. Darcy outside and open his throat.
But no sooner had she grabbed the handle of her weapon than a chorus of screams filled the assembly hall, immediately joined by the shattering of window panes. Unmentionables poured in, their movements clumsy yet swift; their burial clothing in a range of untidiness. Some wore gowns so tattered as to render them scandalous; other wore suits so filthy that one would assume they were assembled from little more than dirt and dried blood. Their flesh was in varying degrees of putrefaction; the freshly stricken were slightly green and pliant, whereas the longer dead were grey and brittle-their eyes and tongues long since turned to dust, and their lips pulled back into everlasting skeletal smiles.
A few of the guests, who had the misfortune of being too near the windows, were seized and feasted on at once. When Elizabeth stood, she saw Mrs. Long struggle to free herself as two female dreadfuls bit into her head, cracking her skull like a walnut, and sending a shower of dark blood spouting as high as the chandeliers.
As guests fled in every direction, Mr. Bennet's voice cut through the commotion. "Girls! Pentagram of Death!"
Elizabeth immediately joined her four sisters, Jane, Mary, Catherine, and Lydia in the center of the dance floor. Each girl produced a dagger from her ankle and stood at the tip of an imaginary five-pointed star. From the center of the room, they began stepping outward in unison-each thrusting a razor-sharp dagger with one hand, the other hand modestly tucked into the small of her back.
From a corner of the room, Mr. Darcy watched Elizabeth and her sisters work their way outward, beheading zombie after zombie as they went. He knew of only one other woman in all of Great Britain who wielded a dagger with such skill, such grace, and deadly accuracy.
By the time the girls reached the walls of the assembly hall, the last of the unmentionables lay still.
Apart from the attack, the evening altogether passed off pleasantly for the whole family. Mrs. Bennet had seen her eldest daughter much admired by the Netherfield party. Mr. Bingley had danced with her twice, and she had been distinguished by his sisters. Jane was as much gratified by this as her mother could be, though in a quieter way. Elizabeth felt Jane's pleasure. Mary had heard herself mentioned to Miss Bingley as the most accomplished girl in the neighbourhood; and Catherine and Lydia had been fortunate enough never to be without partners, which was all that they had yet learnt to care for at a ball. They returned, therefore, in good spirits to Longbourn, the village where they lived, and of which they were the principal inhabitants.
Chapter FourWHEN JANE AND ELIZABETH WERE ALONE, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister just how very much she admired him.
"He is just what a young man ought to be," said she, "sensible, good-humoured, lively; and I never saw such happy manners! So much ease, with such perfect good breeding!"
"Yes," replied Elizabeth, "but in the heat of battle, neither he nor Mr. Darcy were to be found with blade or bludgeon."
"Well, I was very much flattered by his asking me to dance a second time. I did not expect such a compliment."
"He certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him, despite his lack of gallantry. You have liked many a stupider person."
"Oh! You are a great deal too apt, you know, to like people in general. You never see a fault in anybody. I never heard you speak ill of a human being in your life."
"I would not wish to be hasty in censuring anyone."
"With your good sense, to be so honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others! You like this man's sisters, too, do you? Their manners are not equal to his."
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And so Gentle Readers take heed. A mysterious plague has befallen Regency England killing the living and reviving them back to life as the undead who must feed on the living to survive. The conflict in town is fierce, spreading to the countryside and into the village of Meryton where Elizabeth Bennet and her family reside nearby at Longbourn. Mr. Bennet extricated from his library has dedicated himself instead to training his five daughters from an early age in the deadly arts, traveling with them to China to attend Ninja finishing school with a Shaolin Master. His business in life was to keep them alive. The business of Mrs. Bennet's was to get them married. When Netherfield Park is let at last, Mrs. Bennet is hopeful that the new resident Mr. Bingley and his friends might marry one or another of her daughters. When Meryton society finally meets Mr. Bingley, they agree that he is was good-looking and gentlemanlike, but his fine friend Mr. Darcy with his noble mien gave immediate disgust even though he was reputed to have slaughtered more than a thousand unmentionables since the fall of Cambridge. After he slights Elizabeth, claiming her to be only tolerable and not handsome enough to temp him to dance, the warrior code in her demands she avenge her honour and open his throat with her dagger. Her warrior duty delays her instincts as the dance is suddenly invaded by a maraudring horde of unmentionables who break through the windows, attack the guests, and devour the head of Mrs. Long. Elizabeth and her four sisters rip out their razor-sharp daggers and make short work of beheading all the sorry stricken. Darcy watches in wonder, knowing of only one other woman in England that who could match her skill, her grace and precision. The spark has been ignited. The love, *cough* zombie story begins. It is now "a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains." We continue along in this manner following Jane Austen's plot interjected with Grahame-Smith's fanciful parody of zombie bedlam. If the concept of Jane Austen's refined country gentry and gory zombie destruction are in conflict, think again. Like the warrior Bennet sisters who have refined their deadly skills into an art of precision and style, Grahame-Smith knows his zombie lore, skillfully incorporating a genre wholly at odds to the context of Jane Austen's elegantly refined prose, yet working within its strengths to achieve his goal to have fun with a literary classic, and well, lets face it, make money. So who will like this book? Certainly not the Austen purist without a sense of humor. They will not even get past the gruesome cover. Not zombie fans, who will be annoyed having to trudge through a masterpiece of world literature to get to the scant zombie action. So that leaves the rest of us. Those loyal and devoted members of The Gentle Reprove and Witty Banter Society who, like Jane Austen, enjoy a good campy and gory Gothic novel, recognize tongue-in-cheek humor, and have been happily doing so for over 200 hundred years. Laurel Ann, Austenprose
I really, really wanted to like this book. I love zombie movies and Jane Austen and this book actually could have been really good. However, it suffers from some major downfalls, the two most grievous being an extreme lack of realism (for the context, don't get me wrong) and poor writing (not on Jane Austen's part). My main problem was all the ridiculous nonsense about ninjas and dojos. I mean, come on. It is certainly believable that the sisters would have learned different fighting arts but traveling to the "Orient" and studying with martial arts masters? I doubt very seriously if they could have afforded to travel to China and it would have been much more realistic to have focused on European fighting methods. And the ridiculous "bloodlust" of Elizabeth Bennet and Darcy was completely out of character. Whoever said the characters remained true to Austen doesn't understand the characters. I couldn't get over the scene where Elizabeth kills three of Lady Catherine's ninjas and then eats part of one of their hearts. The other major problem was the writing and editing. If you are going to try and follow another writer's style then you'd better get it right. It was painfully obvious that the author wasn't up to the task and that his editor couldn't catch his numerous mistakes. I haven't seen a book so poorly edited in quite some time. I think this book could have been really excellent with a different author who isn't obsessed with ninjas. Honestly, it was like Kill Bill added to Jane Austen which if you like that movie, you might like this book. If they do make this into a movie, I hope they leave out all the ninja garbage and keep the characters true to who they are instead of modeling them after Uma Thurman in a Quentin Tarantino film. This book just had me wishing for the original.
I was excited when I first got the book in, since I loved the book Pride and Prejudice and I enjoy zombie movies such as Night of the Living Dead. I started reading it and got confused what century it was suppose to be in. It sounded like Jane Austen at some points then sounded modern and crude at others. Then I looked at the additional author on this book and he only took one class in english literature. I was shocked they let someone unqualified to touch this great novel. He uses modern slang such as Darcy joking that Elizabeth has his balls. Ugh! People didn't talk like that then! There is a disconnect between the Jane Austene parts and the new writer's. Apparently life continues the same even though the dead walk and all the characters have great fighting skills; doesn't seem rational to me. I don't advise anyone to buy this if you truly enjoyed the original novel. You will just be disappointed. It is just a mockery of the great novel, Pride and Prejudice.
this book is so over the top goofy that you can't help but laugh out loud at so much of it. This is HIGHLY recommended for horror fiction lovers and in particular for literature snobs who need a healthy dose of humor in their lives.
An avid reader of anything Jane Austen I was quite excited to start this book. While I completely respect Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice I was curious to read this darker take on the very well known story. What a disappointment it turned out to be. The book is almost exactly that of the original Pride and Prejudice with the word zombie and ninja thrown in sometimes hardly in any context that makes sense. I did manage to finish the book but it was an unrewarding read.
I was a purist at first. I'm such a purist that the ONLY P & P out there is the A and E version. So I immediately labelled this book as sacrilege and ready to burn the heretics that ever thought of such an idea and to ruin the most romantic book in the world (in my opinion). Then I slowly gave in. I went into a zombie phase were I watched the movies, and then read some books (World War Z as an example) and thought to myself. Fine, let's put my purist thoughts aside and give this book a chance. I do not regret it one bit. The moment I read the first few lines I just cracked up laughing. The thought of the sisters Bennett being a pack of Buffy's and instead of vampire slaying they're zombie slaying is just hilarious. They crash into a party, never fear! the Bennets are here! hahah. I loved every bit of this book. It stayed 90 percent true to the main plot with a few deviations here and there (you'll laugh about Mr Collins and Charlotte). Which I find perfectly acceptable. In my opinion, Elizabeth Bennet could kick Buffy's butt any day. She's got Shaolin training damnit! :D There are parts in the book where it can be extremely ridiculous but you will have to keep reminding yourself that this book is a parody of the actual story. To be prepared to take it all with a light heart (set all purist thoughts aside!) does help and makes the story much more enjoyable and a fun read all the way through. The book even supplies some very nice detailed illustrations for your viewing (or not) pleasure. Note, my favorite illustration? will have to be the last one. It made me laugh, but it gave me the warm fuzzies too. You'll see what I mean once you get there. I would say the only negative besides the little parts of over silliness? it's not for the faint of heart. Some parts are graphic and detailed. You just have to remember this is a parody and it's meant to be funny. If I can set aside my purist thoughts, I'm sure you can.
At first I scoffed at the title thinking "who'd have thought of redoing a classic Austen storyline? I browsed thru the first few pages and set the book down. But I could not just leave the bookstore without purchasing it. I was glad that I did. It was well written and read like it was all written by Austen herself. I have recommended it to friends and family. I totally enjoyed the book even if I am not a zombie fan. The zombies inclusion in the storyline actually made sense. I just regret not meeting the author when there was an opportunity to do so.
I have never been a fan of Pride and Prejudice but I am a big fan of zombies. this book is awesome, the satire is "biting" and the writing is really well done. As a bonus point my wife is happy I'm finally reading Pride and Prejudice.
When I saw this book I instantly wanted to read it, I love all of Jane Austen's work, I'm a big fan and I think this book is great. It's funny, and if you can't laugh at it then maybe you're a little too uptight. It was made to be funny and I think any Austen fan would like it.
It was worse than watching a badly dubbed B movie. Most reviewers applaud the concept, but I seriously wonder how this even got past an editor, let alone onto the B&N review. Did they read it at all? Or not past the first sentence? (Which is where they put all the advertising hype). It was as though the author got paid merely to insert cliche zombie-fighting phrases/scenes at random. I'm not an Austen snob, but this could have been made into something much more believable. Don't waste your time, and don't waste your money.
Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice was a fabulous classic, yet Seth Graham-Smith's added material displays his lack of ability and knowledge in Austen's writings. The material he added to Pride and Prejudice inaccurately portrayed the characters and changed their personalities as Austen had them. In addition, he added inappropriate descriptions that Jane Austen would never added, bringing the book to a lower level. Though the idea of Zombies in the 1800s is interesting, it should have been written in a new book, not in rewriting a classic. For someone who enjoys Jane Austen novels, I would not recommend this book, as it is unsatisfying.
Seeing this book prominently displayed at the Customer Service counter and being enthusiastically recommended by the employee as "flying off the shelves"and it being a "New York Times" bestseller, I bought this book. I am a fan of Jane Austen books and the recent deluge of "after books" (Mr. Darcy's Daughters, Captain Wentworth's Diary, etc) but I must say this is one of the dumbest books I have ever read. In the first place the author just repeats the original book practically word for word except for throwing in daggers, longbows and unmentionables periodically. It is not funny nor scary. It is not even the slightest bit interesting.
Really, what a great idea! What a great opportunity for humor on a variety of levels! Instead, what you get is the regular P & P story with some walking dead thrown in here and there which then gives the Bennet sisters the opportunity to be marshal art experts. It's pretty much that simple. Oh, and be on the lookout for double entendres, especially using the word, "balls." The first time I thought it was a cute addition (I can enjoy toilet humor as much as the next person) but by the second or third time I thought it rather cheap and overused (and was quite embarrassed for myself that I thought it clever in the first place). To top it all off, the illustrations are really bad and completely unnecessary (which leaves me thinking that the author and/or publisher thought the book might appeal to a broader audience with "perty piktures" inside OR the artist is related to the author and/or publisher and needed the work). I suppose there's no question that the book will need to be reprinted soon with the words "Soon to be a Major Motion Picture" splattered (no pun intended) across the cover. If so, this actually may be one of those rare instances when the movie is better than the book. Jessica Biel as Elizabeth Bennet? Vin Diesel as Mr. Darcy? NOW we're talking horror!!!!
This book is like those movies and TV programs whose tag line is "baesd on a true story". Most of this time, the 'based on' part is keeping of the original characters' names and period but little else. For example, "Hello Vietnam" is based on a true story but the only true things about the movie is that there is a guy by that name, he was a disc jockey in vietnam and there was a war on. Everything else is fiction. So too with this book. The real question is why. Why take a classic of literature and make an unimaginative zombie story? The answer, already given by another reviewer, is money. Seth doesn't even have to be a good writer because the people who'll buy and read this book have no experience with well constructed prose or Jane Austin. They'll think it is a hoot though they'll be disappointed by the lack of pictures. So I leave you with this question: Why kill a tree for this?
I picked this book up hardopy--the special edition that has the pictures. I wasn't impressed. I love "Pride & Prejudice" and read it once a year. It's the only romance novel I can get behind because thr nonsense at least makes sense for the time. What do I love more than just about everything? Zombies. I eat, sleep, and breathe zombies. Romance is typically for the feeble of mind and those desperate to escape the lack-luster reality of the truth of love. What do I hate? A flimsy attempt to inject the new world zombie into the old world romance with inflated interjections of deeply insulting idea that only martial arts can be taken by those associated with title or be of unquestioned nobility. Honestly, it is a vast undertaking to mix the two sorts of drama. It is a deeper well of inspiration one must draw from in order to mix the slow-moving zombies with the omnipresent danger of a terrible blight, the walking-pace Darcy and Liz take to overcoming their humanity toward one another, and the dazzling fanciments of Asian martial arts. I just didn't get it. I have never been a fan of Asian martial arts movies...or stories...or comics. There is just so much material to try and blend with not only the three main topics but also the strange persistence of British behavior and tradition, toilet humor, and overall...lack of credibility. That sounds completely strange, I know. The P&P world is plausible on most levels and ludicrous on others. The idea of the dead rising from the grave--recent or otherwise--is completely irrational on every level and is entirely terrifying (due to the social and political overtones, more than anything). The world often prtrayed by movies regarding the Asian martial arts is fanciful and inspiring but unreal all the same. All of these plots bring out the incredulity in almost everyone but the common factor is that within their own frameworks they make entire sense. Mixed together, the three violate the laws of everything the others hold sacred. P&P maintains that women are dependent on men and are almost wholly without independence of body, fortune, and mind. This is overturned by the modern Asian martial arts theme that enable women to not only be independent but require all women to have strategic thought outside of marriage, kids, and money. Further, the idea that bodies can be simultaneously without the bounds of gravity due to presence of mind and yet nearly cemented to the ground in the proposed non-presence of mind defies the shared proposition by all three universes that people are still able to walk freely no matter how empty their minds are. In short, and in closing, don't assume that you will love or like this book just because you like one or all of the themes presented by zombies, Pride and Prejudice, or Asian martial arts.
I love Pride and Prejudice and I love horror/fantasy. What should have been like chocolate and peanut butter ended up being warmed over meatloaf. Let me explain,I have watched the 1940's version of Pride and Prejudice many times,its my favorite movie. The book uses verbatim the script from that movie with a few zombie sentences thrown in. Seth Grahame-Smith gave credit to Jane Austin but he should have also given credit to MGM. I had a lot of difficulty reading this book because it was like reading the screenplay from the 1940 movie. Seth had a creative idea for a book but was lazy when he wrote it. Unbelievably he makes what should have been an exciting book,a boring one. Next time Seth use your own words. P.S. I would like to add that I have also read Jane Austin's original "Pride and Prejudice". Maybe the book would have been more interesting if he had written it in that same vein. Trust me rent the movie and you will be shocked at the uncreative plagiarism.
Highly disappointed in this book. I thought it would be more intertaining, but went further and further into being ridiculous. I didn't expect it to be realistic (the title should give that away - Zombies), but the more I read the more uninterested I became. The beginning captured my interest, but it quickly faded. It was too easy to set aside and not feel the need to continue reading.
I was really disappointed in this book because I like my zombies to be over the top and blood thirsty, but I found these zombies to be pretty lame. Yes they did crash a few parties, but they were so easily killed that they weren't exciting. I was excited about this book because I was hoping that the writer would just do some crazy things like turning one of the Bennet girls into a zombie; however, I was extremely disappointed that Grahame-Smith just added tidbits of zombies to the overall story. Overall it was an okay read. I wouldn't say it was horrible because the original Pride and Prejudice story line saved it, but it just wasn't as original as I would have liked. I think I enjoyed the illustrations more than the text itself.
I hated this book. Completely trashed a fantastic story. I also thought the writing was poor. I enjoy zombie lit, but wouldnt have missed anything if i had not picked this book up.
I like Pride and Prejudice and i like Zombies. So the two together would be pretty cool right? well i will allow the jury to stay out on that, based on that fact that this Seth Grahame-Smith person has no writing ability what so ever. You perhaps might think that adding zombies to an already well written novel would be easy, well it might be, but as soon as Seth started adding extra zombie filled sections purely for more zombies, its gets amazingly dry, the opposite of what was intended. I have paid for this book twice now so I plan on finishing it, (something my 4 other friends who have attempted to read this haven't been able to do ) but i almost put it down for good when Seth added a completely random penis joke at Pemberly. I am not a purest, I am not saying he ruined Pride and Prejudice. I am saying he took an otherwise entertaining novel, and some how made it as boring as a 4th grad film strip on on the life cycle of the common moth. The person who decided this book should have been published did not apparently read more than the first few chapters and simply enjoyed the concept. It really boils down to great concept, very poor execution. Be amused by the idea and then don't bother reading it. Any expectations you have of it are much higher than the book could ever live up to.
I literally made an account just to write a review for this book. I've always had a love for the classics and horror, for the two to be combined in one glorious book (or so I thought) was too much for me. I really hyped myself up, and everyone kept telling me how great it was! But I found myself totally disappointed! I get it, its supposed to be funny, and quirky, and cool but it read to me as totally flat and boring and ridiculous (not in a good way). The parts that Grahame-Smith added are choppy and do not mesh with the original writing in plot or eloquence. Even the typical gore-hound would find it hard to enjoy because most of the action is as descriptive as back of a cereal box. And don't get me started on the martial arts thing, why would anyone go through the trouble of kicking a zombies head off when there are plenty of farm tools laying around perfect for hacking, slashing and dismemberment? (I know, I know, its "cool, quirky and funny") I don't know, maybe its just me. Obviously it's a pretty popular read, so it must have something going for it! I will probably go see the movie though. =)
I enjoyed this book much more then the original Pride and Prejudice. I feel like the characters are much more dynamical. Plus the thrill of zombies make it a much more interesting book for teenagers. it is a very challenging read but when you finish it you will feel like you accomplished somethign
P&P&Z is a clever idea that suffers from sloppy execution. The basic ideas of combining over-the-top horror/humor with Austen's classic work had a lot of promise, but didn't work hard enough to keep that promise. For me, it failed by missing some pretty substantial details and missing a few prime opportunities. The missed details were in the additions to the book, the fantastical parts, which is where the details most need to be accurate and sharp -- if you want me to accept that Elizabeth Bennett and her sisters are Oriental trained, sword wielding, wire-fu-fighting zombie killers, make sure you actually know what a Shaolin trained fighter would use. I'm not talking heavy research here -- I'm talking Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon level knowledge, like knowing the Chinese don't use katana (that's Japanese and really flew in the teeth of the Ninja vs. Shaolin thing the book set up). Other little details like that were just obvious enough to be distracting and irritating. A quick trip to Wikipedia would have solved most of those. I had the feeling the author was just pushing for the money and didn't really care what came out. Then there's the missed chance to have Mr. Collins meet a very funny and entirely appropriate end. It was not only missed, it was carefully avoided. Total shame, too, because I was giddily anticipating its possibility. On the whole, it really felt like a careless missed opportunity.
I found this to be boring and not funny at all...I could barely get through it...don't waste your money...
This was just fun. fun fun fun. some people say that this helped them read Jane Austen. I could always read Austen, but this made if funny.