Pride and Prejudice and Zombies spotted in the wilds of
the Los Angeles Central Library Shop.
Upon finishing Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, I have no greater affection for Jane Austen novels than I did before reading it. The novel remains Pride and Prejudice—but it contains that necessary extra element (modern humor of the absurd) to keep a reader from throwing it across the room with the same vehemence as Miss Bennet skillfully employs her dagger.
Moreso, thanks to the marked improvement of Mr. Grahame-Smith's additions to the text, he has accomplished what no English professor or acquaintance could manage: I have finished reading a Jane Austen novel of my own volition. A place on the New York Times bestseller list is not enough—someone ought to give this gentleman and his editor the Nobel Peace Prize.
Details of the novel itself have no doubt be offered by those more equipped to judge and comment. I can only point to the service a series of Quirk Classics would do for my generation: Those "classics" that we never quite managed to read or finish rendered accessible.
One will have to clear a space on the bookshelf for them and Mr. Grahame-Smith's original historical fiction. I, for one, am eager to see where—when?—he'll take us next.