Once again, misguided curiosity has taken me to a mediocre book. Pride and Promiscuity: The Lost Sex Scenes of Jane Austen by Arielle Eckstut and Dennis Ashton wants to be funny (or maybe even scandalous?) but is not. It fails completely in execution. My only genuine snort of amusement came at the very end in “Persuasion: the Prequel.” A character is thinking how great his large, full-length mirrors will look in his library once he’s removed all the books. That’s rather amusing. As for all the other “lost” sex scenes, mostly I rolled my eyes at the groan-worthy (and obvious) double entendres. The sex scenes are not sexy or funny; the puns and juvenile humor are so tasteless and idiotic as to make the reader feel embarrassed for the authors. Ironically, these supposed lurid sex scenes are mostly innuendo and vague descriptions. I’ve read Judy Blume young adult novels that were more explicit (and better written).
The premise of Pride and Promiscuity is that two American tourists retracing the steps of Jane Austen just happen to find lost scenes from Jane Austen’s novels. They are sex scenes that Austen had to excise from her novels in order to publish them. This gag is carried throughout with an introduction by a fake Jane Austen scholar and scholarly footnotes to articles that (probably) don’t exist. Each sex scene is presented within the context of its surrounding story. Eckstut and Ashton often quote preceding text from the novel (the actual novel) in italics, then insert the discovered sex scene where fictitious Austen scholars decided it was cut. Sometimes this works, but often it does not.
The premise of this joke does not work. These sex scenes (if they truly existed) would have changed the course of the novels and how the characters behaved towards each other. If Austen had written a lesbian threesome between Jane Bennet, Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley (Pride and Prejudice), the rest of the novel would have been entirely different. Scenes such as these could not be simply cut from the novel. Also, the set-up for the sex scene is usually wrong. The authors/fake editors/Austen scholars (?) introduce the scenes by saying, well, scholars have always wondered about this or that event in the novel because it’s never explained—oh, but now that we have these scenes, the confusion is gone. This scholarly confusion is completely fictitious and the characters’ actions are fully explained by the events of the story. No fake sex scenes are required. I know I’m being pedantic about this, but c’mon. If you’re going to do a (fake) scholarly interpretation of the novels, do it better than this. I’m not a scholar, but I’ve read most of these novels a few times and I cried foul on the reasoning immediately. Also, the sex scenes often do not match Austen’s voice and (even more clumsily) tell the story from a POV not seen again in the novel, such as the excised scene from P&P. It’s told from Jane’s POV, however the rest of the novel is never from her POV. So Austen did that just to write a ridiculous sex scene?
I wouldn’t be surprised if the authors made a list of various sex acts then matched them to characters from each book, checking them off as they wrote. There’s lesbian threesome sex, masturbation, fantasy, incest, spanking, sex toys, cross-dressing, more serious BDSM, and “buggery” (gay sex). All of the scenes are ridiculous and void of humor. I found the implied bestiality between Edward and his horse (Sense and Sensibility) the most tasteless. This scene, which is actually an Elinor and Marianne Dashwood sister chat about their sexual experiences, is also the most inane. The sisters’ dialogue resembles two dipshit teenagers from a modern YA novel (“Did you touch it? Yes, I touched it!) and is eye-rolling stupid. The authors went to great lengths to keep finding objects or words that imply “penis”: swords, billiard cues, etc. There’s also suggestive phrases: a male character’s “hard nature,” and “premature ecstasy.” More eye-rolling. The incest scene between Henry and Mary Crawford of Mansfield Park is just…yuck. The two characters (who are horrible people) are made even worse by mocking Fanny and Edmund for being overly straitlaced and religious. This pissed me off for some reason because the accusations are false and this nastiness is clumsy and indicative of the juvenile sense of humor that the authors of this book possess.
I know some reviewers found the spanking scene between Charlotte and Mr. Collins to be funny, but I didn’t. It’s too over the top stupid for me. It requires (as do all the scenes) the characters to behave in ways that are outside of their personalities. It’s not that you cannot create sex scenes for all of these people (well, the married ones), it’s just the scenes need to correspond with their personalities. Realistically, would Jane Austen have any clue about this kind of sexual variety? You’re talking about a woman who never married, whose father was a reverend. She didn’t even move about in the kind of society that would have known about or engaged in these kinds of activities. Another reason the premise of Pride and Promiscuity doesn’t work for: Austen didn’t have the experience to have the imagination to create these scenes. And if you think, well, no one did at that time—au contraire! I have before me a book called The Pearl. It is a collection of Victorian England stories published in an underground magazine of erotica. A retired professor who collected Victorian erotica donated his whole collection to the university library I was employed at and I, out of curiosity, snapped up this book. It’s very explicit and devoid of any kind of romance or other adventures. Just lots of vivid descriptions of throbbing cocks and all that. That’s not really my thing so I’m going to donate it to my local library, but it really puts the fictitious lost Jane Austen sex scenes to shame. They’re children’s bedtime stories compared with this stuff.
I don’t recommend Pride and Promiscuity. The premise is shaky and doesn’t hold up and worst of all, it’s just not funny. The authors could have done this better by writing an entirely original novel in the style of Austen and hailing it as a lost Jane Austen novel—but radically different in that it includes sex scenes. I don’t think that would have successful either based on their inability to write humor, but at least they wouldn’t have put their grimy paws all over beloved Austen classics.