There are so many things I wanted to post/say in regards to it being Pride and Prejudice’s 200th anniversary, but I thought rather than over-inundating you (is that a word?) I would just write one post—a sort of scrapbook post. By that I mean that this post has several parts which are more or less only related in that they relate to Pride and Prejudice.
First. We had a party.
My housemate and I did a 12+ hour marathon of Pride and Prejudice movies. We had a few friends over, had snacks, and played the 1980 BBC mini-series, the 1940 Laurence Olivier feature, the 1995 BBC mini-series, and the 2005 feature. Granted, we weren’t sitting there actually watching every moment…we were making yummy snacks, cleaning, chatting, etc. But the movies were on…and we did watch a lot of them :) A better blogger than I would have taken tons of photos, but really all I got was this one.
Second. This JUST in (as in, while I was writing this post).
I’ve been re-tweeting tweets from @PenguinClassics all last week and today, in hopes of winning a free copy of Pride and Prejudice (pictured right) in their celebratory giveaway. And GUESS WHAT?!?! I won one!! What a special piece of memorabilia!! I am so uber-incredibly thrilled!
Third (which was formerly Second. Until This Just In Came In). A Thought.
It occurred to me, as I was watching one of the movies yesterday (I couldn’t possibly tell you which one), that it’s actually a little funny (ironic, even? the world may never know) that Pride and Prejudice is so popular—at least among people I know. As amazing as it is, it’s also basically the embodiment and fulfillment of what a lot of us fear (or, rather, used to fear, when we were young) (and maybe it was just us, not some universal fear). We were all so concerned that we would ending up having to marry someone we hated. Even worse: ending up in love with the person we hated. As if it were some kind of cosmic trick or joke, some kind of scam. Of course, none of us were ever fool enough to hate someone who was dazzling and worth a fortune. And anyway, all our disdain, all our dislike, all our prejudice wasn’t erroneous, like Elizabeth’s. She obviously needed to get over her concepts and see the real Darcy. We, on the other hand, are so much more intuitive. In fact, we’re psychic.