Thank you for joining me on this journey of “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen/ Project Gutenberg.
I have spent the past year fascinated by this work of art. I’ve read it multiple times and I’ve spent more hours than I can name spending time thinking about the larger themes of the text and reflecting on the characters’ thoughts and actions.
People often ask me, “What makes “Pride and Prejudice” so special and why should I read it?” Which brings us to this journey today. Yet, I can’t answer that question for anyone else but myself.
I initially read “Pride and Prejudice” for the first time as a 29 year-old woman, on the brink of motherhood. I was immediately captivated by the love story and the comical interactions between this upperclass British family, who in some ways, reminded me of my own family. Who hasn’t met a Mrs. Bennet or a Caroline Bingley at least a couple of times in our own lives? It has remained as my favorite story for almost twenty years.
Last year, I read it again, after being introduced to Fanfiction and I can tell you that as a 45 year-old married woman with four children and a long-standing career, the story struck a completely different chord with me. I found myself completely in awe of Elizabeth Bennet again, but for several different reasons this time.
No longer a simple love story in my mind, “Pride and Prejudice” became a personal type of guide for how I thought about my life, as well as the future I am attempting to create for myself and my family. With its witty humor and its pearls of wisdom liberally sprinkled throughout the story, “Pride and Prejudice” offers its readers multiple points of entry within the text to become a student of our own lives, as we ponder the connections we have with the people we know and love.
Jane Austen created not only a beautifully written story, but a timeless tale centered around the themes of family, class, social status, marriage, and of course, pride and prejudice. These universal themes are still prominent today in our modern world and lend themselves to even further study and reflection.
However, for me, Rosamund Pike’s recent interview in Glamour magazine, after recording her newly released audiobook edition of “Pride and Prejudice,” truly captured the essence of why I remain in awe of this story.
In this interview, she was asked “Why do you think Pride and Prejudice has been able to stand the test of time?” Her answer is brilliant and offers many points to consider for further reflection.
She states, “I think any good writing, to be honest, stands the test of time. Any good writer who invites you into a world with detail and total commitment is going to hold your attention. It’s a cliche to say Lizzie was ahead of her time, she wasn’t, she was clearly a girl of her time or Jane Austen wouldn’t have written her. There were clearly people who thought like that, just as actually now Lizzie is a girl ahead of her time. I mean look, even now, women all over the place are trying to conform still and behave in a way they feel they ought to and make themselves a model of what they imagine a man might like. And we’d all be better off if we were able to take some of Elizabeth Bennet’s independence and spiritedness—and her dislike of flattery and game playing. You know, she’s a free-thinker.
And again, I think it’s probably the reason [the book] still appeals because we, as women, haven’t crossed that boundary yet. We still need her. She will cease being modern when we don’t need her anymore to remind us of the way to go.”
For me, Pike speaks to the very core of why I love Elizabeth Bennet and this classic story. I still selfishly need her to help me figure out the way I am going in my own journey through this life and what I want this journey to ultimately mean for me and my family. It’s a quest for love, for purpose and for meaning. Over two hundred years later, it’s still the most bright and sparkling story ever told and which can serve as a type of mirror into our own hearts and souls.
For this first week, I have posted chapters 1 & 2. Typically, I will post one chapter a week.
After reading these two chapters, please tell us in the comments section about what draws you to this story and how the story has evolved for you over time. Are there themes here I haven’t touched upon for you? What are they? I’d love to read them!
Don’t you just love Austen’s opening lines to this story? They still serve as one of the best known leads of all time. I think they also serve as such great pieces of irony. What is Austen really trying to say to us here? As a woman who never married herself, how did these lines reflect upon her own life? What do these words mean to us 200 years later? Are we really so far removed from the financial dependence found oftentimes in marriage? What has marriage come to mean for us since Austen wrote this story? Are we really in a much different place now or have the tenets of marriage really stayed firmly rooted in our society?
Before you begin this chapter, you may want to take this online quiz to see how well you know the beginning of this story, “How well do you know Pride and Prejudice?”
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
“My dear Mr. Bennet,” said his lady to him one day, “have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?”
Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.
“But it is,” returned she; “for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.”
Mr. Bennet made no answer.
“Do you not want to know who has taken it?” cried his wife impatiently.
“YOU want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”
This was invitation enough.
“Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.”
“What is his name?”
“Is he married or single?”
“Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!”
“How so? How can it affect them?”
“My dear Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “how can you be so tiresome! You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”
“Is that his design in settling here?”
“Design! Nonsense, how can you talk so! But 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. You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley may like you the best of the party.”
“My dear, you flatter me. I certainly HAVE had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.”
“In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.”
“But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighbourhood.”
“It is more than I engage for, I assure you.”
“But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general, you know, they visit no newcomers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for US to visit him if you do not.”
“You are over-scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very glad to see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls; though I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.”
“I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others; and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good-humoured as Lydia. But you are always giving HER the preference.”
“They have none of them much to recommend them,” replied he; “they are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness 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 you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.”
Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice, 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. The business of her life was to get her daughters married; its solace was visiting and news.
Mr. 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 trimming a hat, 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 assemblies, and that Mrs. Long promised to introduce him.”
“I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. She has two nieces of her own. She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion of her.”
“No more have I,” said Mr. Bennet; “and I am glad to find that you do not depend on her serving you.”
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! Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.”
“Kitty has no discretion in her coughs,” said her father; “she times them ill.”
“I do not cough for my own amusement,” replied Kitty fretfully. “When is your next ball to be, Lizzy?”
“Aye, so it is,” cried her mother, “and Mrs. Long does not come back till the day before; so it will be impossible for her to introduce him, for she will not know him herself.”
“Then, my dear, you may have the advantage of your friend, and introduce Mr. Bingley to HER.”
“Impossible, Mr. Bennet, impossible, when I am not acquainted with him myself; how can you be so teasing?”
“I honour your circumspection. A fortnight’s acquaintance is certainly very little. One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight. But if WE do not venture somebody else will; and after all, Mrs. Long and her daughters must stand their chance; and, therefore, as she will think it an act of kindness, if you decline the office, I will take it on myself.”
The girls stared at their father. Mrs. Bennet said only, “Nonsense, nonsense!”
“What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation?” cried he. “Do you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on them, as nonsense? I cannot quite agree with you THERE. What say you, Mary? For you are a young lady of deep reflection, I know, and read great books and make extracts.”
Mary wished to say something sensible, but knew not how.
“While Mary is adjusting her ideas,” he continued, “let us return to Mr. Bingley.”
“I am sick of Mr. Bingley,” cried his wife.
“I am sorry to hear THAT; but why did not you tell me that before? 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. Bennet! 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.”
“Now, Kitty, you may cough as much as you choose,” said Mr. Bennet; 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. “I do not know how you will ever make him amends for his kindness; or me, either, for that matter. At our time of life it is not so pleasant, I can tell you, to be making new acquaintances every day; but for your sakes, we would do anything. 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 the tallest.”
The rest of the evening was spent in conjecturing how soon he would return Mr. Bennet’s visit, and determining when they should ask him to dinner.
Looking for another way to connect with this story? Over the summer, I spent about twenty hours listening to the team at Storywonk discuss and analyze “Pride and Prejudice.” The conversations are lively and offer another way to broaden your perspectives on this story. They also make driving a little more interesting. The recorded podcasts can be found here at Storywonk: Podcasts.
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