| Micole ( @ 2004-06-11 12:32:00 |
I like Clueless, too
Justine Larbalestier pointed me at this peculiar discussion of Karen Joy Fowler's The Jane Austen Book Club at Slate, in which (as Justine warned me) the two reviewers alternate perception with obtuseness. They somehow conclude that Fowler is writing a romance, but fault her for failing to provide "heterosexual fire," and condemn her for being both too obvious in her observations and impossible to pin down. Stephen Metcalf, in particular, seems upset that "the book's one young, lusty firebrand, Allegra, is a lesbian[....] As if even the implied presence of active male sexuality would somehow destroy the book's effect" (apparently the couple in their fifties doesn't count) and that the only major male character has some stereotypically feminine characteristics.
I guess I'd recommend the Slate conversation as an exemplar of two clever readers spectacularly missing the point. But I'd recommend The Jane Austen Book Club as a masterpiece of affectionate irony and as a sheer delight, and I know which I'd rather read.
Justine Larbalestier pointed me at this peculiar discussion of Karen Joy Fowler's The Jane Austen Book Club at Slate, in which (as Justine warned me) the two reviewers alternate perception with obtuseness. They somehow conclude that Fowler is writing a romance, but fault her for failing to provide "heterosexual fire," and condemn her for being both too obvious in her observations and impossible to pin down. Stephen Metcalf, in particular, seems upset that "the book's one young, lusty firebrand, Allegra, is a lesbian[....] As if even the implied presence of active male sexuality would somehow destroy the book's effect" (apparently the couple in their fifties doesn't count) and that the only major male character has some stereotypically feminine characteristics.
I guess I'd recommend the Slate conversation as an exemplar of two clever readers spectacularly missing the point. But I'd recommend The Jane Austen Book Club as a masterpiece of affectionate irony and as a sheer delight, and I know which I'd rather read.