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Pride-and-Prejudice

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commonplace things and characters interesting from the truth of the

description and the sentiment is denied to me. What a pity such a gifted

creature died so early!

—from his journal (March 14, 1826)

ANTHONY TROLLOPE

Miss Austen was surely a great novelist. What she did, she did perfectly. Her

work, as far as it goes, is faultness. She wrote of the times in which she lived,

of the class of people with which she associated, and in the language which

was usual to her as an educated lady. Of romance,—what we generally mean

when we speak of romance—she had no tinge. Heroes and heroines with

wonderful adventures there are none in her novels. Of great criminals and

hidden crimes she tells us nothing. But she places us in a circle of gentlemen

and ladies, and charms us while she tells us with an unconscious accuracy

how men should act to women, and women act to men. It is not that her

people are all good;—and, certainly, they are not all wise. The faults of some

are the anvils on which the virtues of others are hammered till they are bright

as steel. In the comedy of folly I know no novelist who has beaten her. The

letters of Mr. Collins, a clergyman in Pride and Prejudice, would move

laughter in a low-church archbishop.

—from a lecture (1870)

W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM

Nothing very much happens in her books, and yet, when you come to the

bottom of a page, you eagerly turn it to learn what will happen next. Nothing

very much does and again you eagerly turn the page. The novelist who has the

power to achieve this has the most precious gift a novelist can possess.

—from Ten Novels and Their Authors (1955)

CHARLOTTE BRONTË

I had not seen Pride and Prejudice till I had read that sentence of yours, and

then I got the book. And what did I find? An accurate daguerreotyped portrait

of a commonplace face; a carefully fenced, highly cultivated garden, with

neat borders and delicate flowers; but no glance of a bright vivid

physiognomy, no open country, no fresh air, no blue hill, no bonny beck. I

should hardly like to live with her ladies and gentlemen, in their elegant but

confined houses. These observations will probably irritate you, but I shall run

the risk.

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