This is a love letter to my wife. When we got married 14 years ago, I had never read Pride and Prejudice. But it’s my wife’s favorite book, so she encouraged me to read it. Of course, I had to comply with her wish. I imagine she was equal parts gratified and mortified by that decision. Because I ran to her every time a shocking revelation came to light, even though they were all old hat to her.
“Can you believe who Mr. Collins got engaged to?” I asked her in utter disbelief. “Did Mr. Darcy really just admit that? He’s such a jerk!” I forcefully declared. “How could Lydia do that?” I moaned to her in despair. And much more. And my wife just patiently patted my shoulder and, like Mr. Bennett, simply said, “Read on.”
And now I get to echo her words by telling you, my amazing readers, if you want to see how the 1995 BBC miniseries of Pride and Prejudice works as a chiasmus, read on! Continue reading →