Sandition is the novel that my beloved Jane Austen was working on just before her health declined for the final time. At her death she had written just eleven chapters or 24,000 words of this novel. And the style has been described as more relaxed and varied than her previous work with a new maturity, rhythmical freedom and a fresh use of language. It is also one in which Austin varied her social setting and takes her story out into an invented seas side village.
In those eleven chapters, Austin creates a setting in which her usual clear eyed and slightly sardonic approach to people and their foibles shines. Of her cast of characters there is much to illustrate peoples idiocies, and we see them through the eyes of Charlotte, a country girl who is going to visit with the Parker family, well known in Sanditon and Mr Parker, passionately involved in it's promotion as a new seaside destination.
It is very, very sad that Austin never completed it, I love the lightness and competence of those first chapters, and while over the years I have read at least three completed versions of the story, I quite strongly believe that Austin could have done it better than them all. Of the three one I loved (and wish I could remember who completed it!), one I loathed and hope never to encounter again. This version didn't excite any strong feeling, it was ok, but I didn't love it. I think there are at least eight in total.
It seemed to me, that while the initial chapters 12 to.... maybe 20? went all right, the characters slowly devolved from interesting, largely believable with slightly exaggerated tendencies which the author is mocking, to caricatures. Certainly, by chapter 28 I was regularly thinking that individuals were too much caricatured to entirely satisfy. Another thing that Austin fan fiction and re-writers are inclined to do is to take phrases of hers from other books and then insert them in the text, this starts to happen increasingly in latter chapters as well. By the end of chapter 28 Juliette Shapiro, Austins post hummus collaborator, has neatly tied up the romance between Charlotte and Sydney Parker. Not sure if such a romance was in fact Austin's intent, but it works well enough. From there on though, things take a turn for the worse. Shapiro seems to feel the need to tie up EVERY SINGLE mention of every single minor plot element, in a way Austin never did. She also disintegrates into an odd mish mash of styles in which we have a 'dear reader' here, a 'looking back in history' there, a deathbed scene and a odd 'happily every after' ending that is just.... odd. By chapter 34 the final chapter, I felt the narrative had entirely lost any focus, any reason for being and entirely failed to satisfy. It was, kind of, drivel to be honest. That it was far from anything Austin would have done I have no doubt, but I also don't understand why anyone else would think that this obsession with butlers and housemaids and soup ladles was useful. I guess that Shapiro just has an entirely different style of writing, much more insubstantial and hilarious than Austin, and that by the end of the book she had run out of ideas.
So, a sad ending, to what might have been a great story. Still not the worst I have read though. My fondness for Austin is great enough that I can concentrate on the richness and beauty of the early chapters, accept the filler story of the later ones and edit out the writing. I hope.