Duxwing
I've Overcome Existential Despair
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Dear Forum,
I HATE THIS BOOK! It's just a bunch of British people talking about gossip, romance, and feelings, and it makes me want to take a chainsaw to its author's heart and an ice pick to my own head. I can't believe that I actually have to read this drek for my English class! Euagh!
And that's not the worst of it: There's no sensory detail, just dialogue, dialogue, and more... boring... infuriating... dialogue! At least with The Picture of Dorian Gray, our class's previous book, we got to enjoy beautiful depictions of various objects and drink in the richness of Wilde's world, but no, not in Pride and Prejudice. Instead, we just GET. MORE. DIALOGUE. I don't read books to dive deep into the characters' interpersonal angsts and relationships, I read books to escape such problems. To describe my reaction via an analogy, the experience of reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time was that of seeing my birthday cake in the distance only to find that, on closer inspection, it is actually a cement-filled car tire frosted with mashed-up bars of industrial soap: disgusting, inedible, and poisonous.
And furthermore, I hate all of the characters. No. Really. All of them. The guy is a jerk, the girl is a wuss, and everyone around them is so gag-inducingly proud, prejudiced, and otherwise deeply, deeply flawed that I want to pull a Yossarian and machine-gun them down so that the story can end. When I try to immerse myself and enjoy the work, I instead find myself drowning in the maelstrom of angsty tears that composes the plot and figuratively desiring to mutilate or kill someone, even myself! Finally, and just to prove that I'm not a romance-novel hater, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I've read at least a hundred romance novels and short stories*, and all but ten of them were better than the cart of stinking turd that we call Pride and Prejudice.
So how do you all feel about this book? How many polar bears would you fight bare-handed in order to prevent it from ever being published? How many polar bears would you fight to stop me?
-Duxwing
*And mind you that these were not professionally written and edited stories. These were works of fanfiction; yes, I'd rather read fanfiction than this book. And gladly, too, for some of it was quite good.
I HATE THIS BOOK! It's just a bunch of British people talking about gossip, romance, and feelings, and it makes me want to take a chainsaw to its author's heart and an ice pick to my own head. I can't believe that I actually have to read this drek for my English class! Euagh!
And that's not the worst of it: There's no sensory detail, just dialogue, dialogue, and more... boring... infuriating... dialogue! At least with The Picture of Dorian Gray, our class's previous book, we got to enjoy beautiful depictions of various objects and drink in the richness of Wilde's world, but no, not in Pride and Prejudice. Instead, we just GET. MORE. DIALOGUE. I don't read books to dive deep into the characters' interpersonal angsts and relationships, I read books to escape such problems. To describe my reaction via an analogy, the experience of reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time was that of seeing my birthday cake in the distance only to find that, on closer inspection, it is actually a cement-filled car tire frosted with mashed-up bars of industrial soap: disgusting, inedible, and poisonous.
And furthermore, I hate all of the characters. No. Really. All of them. The guy is a jerk, the girl is a wuss, and everyone around them is so gag-inducingly proud, prejudiced, and otherwise deeply, deeply flawed that I want to pull a Yossarian and machine-gun them down so that the story can end. When I try to immerse myself and enjoy the work, I instead find myself drowning in the maelstrom of angsty tears that composes the plot and figuratively desiring to mutilate or kill someone, even myself! Finally, and just to prove that I'm not a romance-novel hater, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I've read at least a hundred romance novels and short stories*, and all but ten of them were better than the cart of stinking turd that we call Pride and Prejudice.
So how do you all feel about this book? How many polar bears would you fight bare-handed in order to prevent it from ever being published? How many polar bears would you fight to stop me?
-Duxwing
*And mind you that these were not professionally written and edited stories. These were works of fanfiction; yes, I'd rather read fanfiction than this book. And gladly, too, for some of it was quite good.