The
subsequent flooding of the bestseller lists with so called 'mummy porn' has
left me unmoved but also un-outraged - most of it looks utter rubbish, true, but then the bestseller
lists are often rubbish, and frankly I'd rather see some jobbing writer coin it
in than some reality TV star who sees fit to write a biography at the grand old
age of 24. In fact, the author in me is actually quite chuffed for all those
erotic novelists who have spent years churning out titles to little
appreciation and now find their backlist given a 50 Shades makeover and being promoted
on the shelves of WH Smith.
Spicing up the classics |
So I
was amused rather than outraged when publisher Clandestine Classics announced
it planned to release digital versions of sexed up classic (and, importantly,
out of copyright) titles such as Wuthering Heights – and they weren’t the only
ones with that idea. Cue inevitable backlash on debasing the originals, the
dumbing down / sexing up of society, the death of creativity and dearth of
original ideas... But, honestly, why get your bloomers in such a twist? It's
not exactly new: authors have been writing sequels for years, and recently
there has been a whole trend for supernatural takes on familiar titles, whether
you want to see Elizabeth Bennett go all Twilight in Mr Darcy, Vampyre (only
one of several Darcy-as-vampire books) or all Walking Dead in Pride &
Prejudice & Zombies (surely even if you hate the trend, you can admire the idea of Jane
Slayre? No? Come on!). Nor is it the first time that someone has sexed them up: the P
& P sequel Mr Darcy Takes A Wife is, I am reliably informed, a Jilly Cooper
style bonkbuster in which Mr Darcy, ahem, takes his wife. Repeatedly.
Michael Fassbender and Mia Wasikowska steamed up the screen as Jane and Rochester |
In
the spirit of pure research - honest, officer - I decided to download a couple
of these titles and see what the fuss was about. Pan’s Jane Eyre Laid Bare was
choice number 1: swayed by its elegant cover and the fact that, yes, it was
only 99p. (I haven't read it yet, but will report back. Am I good to you, or
what?) The second was the slightly more questionable looking Hemlock Bones: A
Stud in Scarlet. No, seriously - presumably due to the restrictions of the
Conan Doyle estate, the publishers didn't use the characters' names, so instead
you have the puntastic Hemlock Bones and his trusty (and, it turns out, lusty) assistant
Doctor Hotson in their nice little flat on Laker Street. Having whetted my
appetite for some Holmesian fun with the enormously entertaining Robert Downey
Jr film Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows on Saturday night, on Sunday I decided
to give it a try. And it... wasn't actually bad. I mean, the prose quality of the added bits wouldn't give Ian McEwan sleepless nights, but... it wasn't that bad.
I'm
not such an aficionado that I could tell if they'd just tweaked the original
text and added bits, or just rewritten it in the style of Conan Doyle (it's decades since I read A Study in Scarlet), but it
certainly felt authentic - and despite the rather Carry On feeling of the
title, it was played straight (so to speak) as a crime thriller meets romance,
even including the lengthy flashback to the killer's history which I vaguely
remember finding tedious the first time round.
Obviously, if one man swooning over another isn't your cup of Earl Grey
(and be warned, there's quite a lot of swooning) or (fairly graphic) gay sex offends you or leaves you cold, this isn't a book
you should be buying, but I found it actually quite charming and sweet, no more
offensive to the characters than I did the RDJ film - which, let's face it,
slathers the homoeroticism on with a trowel. Frankly, the often shonky
formatting was the most offensive thing in the book.
Classics
become classics because they have a high degree of robustness; in the same way
Shakespeare can take pretty much anything we throw at him, so can these stories and characters. Sure,
you could argue it's just fan fiction with an editor and a marketing budget -
but so what? Nobody is stealing the originals and locking them away - this
isn't the Chapman Brothers defacing Goya paintings and ruining them from future
generations. This is writers putting their own spin on stories that will
outlive us all. I, for one, have no problem with that.