Just so you know that I’m not approaching this from a literary snob point of view, I read and enjoyed Pride and Prejudice and the Zombies by Seth Grahame-Smith a few years ago. That is, I laughed at the absurdity of it for about half the book, then I got tired of the joke and skimmed through to the (gory) finish.
Even though P & P is one of my favourite books and I know it inside out, I wasn’t offended or upset by the parody. I was able to let it be the piss-take Grahame-Smith intended it to be.
But Jane Eyre Laid Bare is another matter entirely.
Eve Sinclair has massacred Jane Eyre all for the sake of sexing it up. I’m not a prude. I’ve read Fifty Shades of Grey after all! Even though I found Fifty Shades to contain writing and plot lines that were truly ghastly with some of the most excrutiating dialogue and plot lines I’ve ever had the misfortune to read – there was the sex! The sex was hot (and controversial).
The sex in Jane Eyre Laid Bare tries to be hot and controverial – masturbation, young girls together in dorms, the butler and maid behind the grate, strip-jack charades in the drawing room – blah, blah, blah!
It was tedious, contrived and so forced to be something that it’s not, that it was like watching a slow-motion car accident! You could see the disaster coming, but couldn’t get out of the way in time.
The Grahame-Smith books worked because they weren’t meant to be taken seriously. He was poking fun – we were all in on the joke.
There is nothing funny about Jane Eyre Laid Bare. It fails as a classic; it fails as erotic fiction; and it fails as a parody.
The only reason I bothered to spend a whole half hour of my lunch break reading this trash; and the only reason why I spent another half hour writing this post was because of a friend. She asked me to review this honestly for her work. To her credit, the favour was asked before she’d had a chance to read it herself! Once she did read it she expressed very similar thoughts and withdrew the request…but by then I was all fired up.