Comments on: Review | Pride and Prejudice and Zombies http://www.azurescape.net/2009/09/25/review-pride-and-prejudice-and-zombies/ Fantasy is Everywhere Wed, 18 Nov 2009 12:39:26 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Heather http://www.azurescape.net/2009/09/25/review-pride-and-prejudice-and-zombies/comment-page-1/#comment-4150 Heather Wed, 18 Nov 2009 12:39:26 +0000 http://www.azurescape.net/?p=363#comment-4150 Even though I feel a certain indelicacy for abusing the delights possessed by this novel, still I cannot remain silent: Did the illustrator think this book was set in 1911? It is a truth universally acknowledged that one carries the humor through so much more thoroughly when one actually does a jot of research, even if said research consists merely of ogling Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfayden for an hour and a half. Any manner of inserted pastiche martial arts memes are tolerable within the fabric of this tapestry, and yet somehow the images of Regency ladies striving to protect their neighbors from the sorry stricken while wearing natural waistlines, tailored vests, puffed-sleeve blouses, separated skirts, and button-up boots with inch-and-a-half heels, introduces an unpleasant frission in one's suspension of disbelief. The proverbial straw, if you will. I am sorry to be harsh against a dedicated craftsman, but there it is. Now. I have said my piece. It behooves an accomplished lady to appear somewhat knowledgeable, but for now I shall retire to my fan painting. Even though I feel a certain indelicacy for abusing the delights possessed by this novel, still I cannot remain silent:

Did the illustrator think this book was set in 1911? It is a truth universally acknowledged that one carries the humor through so much more thoroughly when one actually does a jot of research, even if said research consists merely of ogling Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfayden for an hour and a half. Any manner of inserted pastiche martial arts memes are tolerable within the fabric of this tapestry, and yet somehow the images of Regency ladies striving to protect their neighbors from the sorry stricken while wearing natural waistlines, tailored vests, puffed-sleeve blouses, separated skirts, and button-up boots with inch-and-a-half heels, introduces an unpleasant frission in one’s suspension of disbelief. The proverbial straw, if you will. I am sorry to be harsh against a dedicated craftsman, but there it is. Now. I have said my piece. It behooves an accomplished lady to appear somewhat knowledgeable, but for now I shall retire to my fan painting.

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