January 28th, 1813. The day the world changed. Not because of a major political
event, no outbreak of war, no massacre or bombing. In fact, the change wasn’t
even noticeable then. But it happened. Because that was the day Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice was published.
Critics will argue that the novel
is nothing but a series of fluffy portraits of posh women and poor women and
in-between women – all interested only in finding husbands. That despite living
in the hardest of times, despite having brothers in the army and navy and a
brother-in-law guillotined in the French Revolution, Austen remained oblivious
to the plight of the world around her, and her mind and writing remained
confined to household and marriage. A criticism as silly and limited as saying
Tolkien lived in a make-believe world and did not address real problems.
Because those who want to look
beyond the obvious will see that beneath its resolutely fluffy, frothy surface,
Pride and Prejudice is equally resolutely
real. That it is as much about, and rooted in, the grim reality of Austen’s
time – the military regiments and their movement, the economic disparity, land
laws, social and legal gender discrimination, social mobility and the lengths
to which women had to go to secure their and their children’s future – as it is
about relationships – friendship, family, the importance of a companionate,
loving marriage founded on shared values and equality. That it is a sharply
observed study of human nature and failings, and one in which men and women are
treated with an equal hand.
Even within her limited scope as
a woman in what was essentially a male bastion, Austen manages, in Pride and Prejudice, to defy stereotypes
and present men and women that aren’t the norm. Elizabeth Bennett is not the
most attractive or the most domestic of her five sisters – two qualities that
men would have looked for in a wife. She is, however, intelligent,
self-respecting, with a mind of her own and the courage to speak it. She is also
well-read, a point that Austen makes more than once. And even though her sister
Jane is described as beautiful, Austen makes it clear that her beauty is
incidental, and is less important than the fact that she radiates goodness and
warmth. The other sisters are described as not particularly worthy either
because of their behaviour or their limited intelligence – never because they
aren’t attractive or “accomplished” in the way that women were expected to be.
Darcy has all the trappings of a
catch – yet he isn’t immediately portrayed as one. Far from allowing him to
remain a surly, uncommunicative hero, Austen ensures that he sees the need to
change, to realize his mistakes and have the humility to apologize for them. If
I were to receive a marriage proposal like Darcy’s first one to Elizabeth, I would not
think twice about saying no. Except that this is two centuries ago, so when she
rejects him, it is a much bigger deal. Especially since she has already
rejected the odious Mr. Collins. Both rejections are vital, since they send out
the message that women do have a choice, that marriage should never be seen as
a way out of other problems no matter how limited one’s options. The rejection
is also necessary since it shows Elizabeth’s
own great flaw, her inability to see Darcy outside of her own prejudices. She,
too, needs to realize that first impressions are not always the last. Not just
women, even men deserve better.
Feminist, satire, chick lit,
progressive, regressive, populist, niche. Pride
and Prejudice refuses to be pinned down and stuffed into any one box. Which
is why, 200 years after it was published, it still evokes the most heated
debates on topics ranging from gender literature to irony and narrative form.
It still gets pride of place on every bookshelf, is arguably the most popular
choice for book club discussions, routinely tops best-book-ever-written polls.
And continues to spawn innumerable fan fiction revisions and sequels, TV movies
and shows, Hollywood movies, Bollywood movies. From vampire romance to crime
thriller, no genre has been unaffected by it.
So as it turns 200, this is my humble, adoring tribute to a novel that has become the
inimitable gold standard for wit, for love and equality, for everything that
matters. To a novel that is, itself, a truth universally acknowledged.