Review by Diana Birchall
(We received two reviews for this book on the same day: one reviewer liked it better than the other, and we found both reviews exceedingly entertaining, so we decided to present both.–Ed.)
It was with enormous foreboding that I took up this volume. I am an old-fashioned Austen sequellist from the First Wave of Austen Sequels; style is what I care about; and as more and more sequels have appeared, I’ve been less and less able to read them. Like Jane Austen, who wrote, “I have made up my mind to like no novels really, but Miss Edgeworth’s, E.’s, and my own,” I have arrived at the point where I can really like very few sequels by other people - their visions jar mine, and there are so many! Eventually even the deepest obsessive grows weary. It’s as Queen Victoria, who had eight children and God knows how many grandchildren, said: it goes on like rabbits. And the proliferation of sequels is getting very rabbit-like. Nibble nibble nibble, hop hop hop, Darcy nibbles Elizabeth’s ear and hops on her. Enough!
So here am I, grown grey in the service of Jane Austen, and another (yawn) sequel lands on my desk. It’s called Two Shall Become One: Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Original title, that. Nicely written forward by the Authoress, who forthrightly states that she was only recently introduced to Jane Austen by the puerile Keira Knightley movie. I do not have a good feeling about this. In fact, the feeling is so bad, I almost fling book back at Editrix ungratefully. “You are ungrateful,” says Frank Churchill to Emma. Too right I am. But then, duty being the moving spring and all that, I start to read… (more…)