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Saturday, 7 May 2016

Is Northanger Abbey really a parody?

When it comes to horror, writers like Stephen King, James Herbert and H.P. Lovecraft are probably some of the first to spring to mind, but women have been at the centre of horror since horror began.

It was eighteen year old Mary Shelley who penned Frankenstein, and Carmilla was terrorizing young maidens in their beds a quarter of a century before Dracula washed up on the Whitby shore. The protagonists of Gothic novels are primarily young women trapped in eerie houses with limited and frightening prospects, and it’s a trope that continues to influence us, from the Alien franchise’s Ellen Ripley to Edith Cushing, the heroine of Guillermo del Toro’s latest film, Crimson Peak.

Needless to say, there’s no shortage of women in horror, whether they be in the starring roles or the orchestrator of all that chaos.

Though most famous for her comedy of manners stories, Austen’s first completed novel, Northanger Abbey, was a parody of the Gothic novels she was most likely reading at the time. Pride and Prejudice is widely considered to be Austen’s masterpiece, but personally I’ve always preferred the story of the young, obsessive reader who lets her imagination get the better of her.


‘Silly’ is a word I often see thrown about when describing Catherine, and to be honest I think it's unfair. Catherine is naïve, gullible and imaginative, but never silly. You see, I’m not sure that Northanger Abbey really is a parody.

Catherine’s no saint; she makes (some rather hurtful) assumptions that lead to embarrassing consequences, making her, like all of Austen’s heroines, an ancestor of today’s Bridget Joneses and Carrie Bradshaws. Upon first meeting General Tilney, Catherine casts him as the villain in her own personal story. He’s the cold, calculating man who so values wealth that poor, dowerless Catherine is certain she’ll never be able to marry his son, Henry, unless the two of them romantically run off into the sunset.

Naturally she’s surprised when the General invites her to his home, Northanger Abbey, and the Gothic fangirl in Catherine simply can’t resist the opportunity to stay in a place that sounds as though it belongs in one of her favourite novels. Unfortunately, the Gothic fangirl in Catherine also comes to the conclusion that the General murdered his wife. Oh dear.

Ultimately Catherine learns her lesson and resolves not to let herself get carried away by the novels she loves. She and Henry marry and have a baby, leaving Catherine in a state of domestic bliss as the novel comes to a close.

That’s all well and good, but there’s more to this novel than a young girl learning from her mistakes. It’s true that Catherine is wrong about the General murdering his wife, but she isn’t wrong about him. The General proves to be a villain not only in the way he treats Catherine, but in the way he treats his own family; Henry himself admits that while his father is no murderer, his mother was so unloved that the General’s treatment of her certainly hastened her arrival at the pearly gates.

Northanger Abbey is haunted in much the same way that Thornfield Hall and Manderley are; Rebecca de Winter might not be visible, but she is very present throughout Rebecca, and Bertha Mason quite literally haunts the attic of Thornfield, so much so that the servants mistake her for a ghost. Mrs Tilney’s rooms are closed up and disused, as though the very memory of her has been banished to a solitary part of the house. Northanger Abbey is a living museum of domestic unhappiness.

There may not be murder, scandal or supernatural creatures in Northanger Abbey, unlike many of the other pre-Victorian examples of Gothic literature, such as Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and Matthew Lewis’s The Monk, but there is a quieter horror at work here that would have seemed much more real to Austen and the other women of her day.

Mrs Tilney’s fate was one which befell many women whose husbands married them for their wealth alone, and then treated them like breeding mares. Just like today, many marriages during the Regency period would have been happy ones, but the unhappy ones were very unhappy. Back then women had even less rights than today; they couldn’t vote, often weren’t granted a divorce when they were brave enough to seek one, and signed over everything they owned to their husbands when they were married.


Catherine may read the situations around her through a Gothic lens, but the conclusion she comes to - that General Tilney is a villain (of sorts) - is ultimately correct. She recognises that Mrs Tilney was the victim of a miserable marriage, and in doing so Austen rewards her with a happy one of her own.



Friday, 7 August 2015

Review | Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen


by Jane Austen

My Rating:

During an eventful season at Bath, young, naïve Catherine Morland experiences the joys of fashionable society for the first time. She is delighted with her new acquaintances: flirtatious Isabella, who shares Catherine's love of Gothic romance and horror, and sophisticated Henry and Eleanor Tilney, who invite her to their father's mysterious house, Northanger Abbey. There, her imagination influenced by novels of sensation and intrigue, Catherine imagines terrible crimes committed by General Tilney. With its broad comedy and irrepressible heroine, this is the most youthful and and optimistic of Jane Austen's works.

I have to be honest: I'm not the biggest fan of Jane Austen. I know, I know, it's practically blasphemy! For heaven's sake I'm British and I even studied English Literature at uni, but Austen's never been for me ever since I was introduced to her via Persuasion during my A Levels. In the past year or so, however, I've wanted to give Austen a second chance, because I felt as though I was missing out on something. Was I just not reading her right? How was it that everyone in the world seemed to love her except me?

So earlier this year, when I got my kindle, I downloaded a free copy of Northanger Abbey as, out of all her novels, it sounded like the one I'd enjoy the most. And I wasn't wrong, I did - oddly and unexpectedly - find myself enjoying it, but ultimately I still came away disappointed.

For me Northanger Abbey started out strongly. I think I needed a little more time to grow before I could fully appreciate Austen's writing style, and when I began reading Northanger Abbey I did actually find sections of it funny - I've never found Austen funny before! 

I loved Austen's deconstruction of heroines and how, through Catherine, she poked fun at the previous heroines so often seen in Gothic literature and fairy tales. It was also fun to read about another avid reader, one who reads so avidly the novels she loves most taint her view of the world. I think all of us, in our younger years, have been guilty of hoping to stumble across a murder or a mystery or some tragic story whenever we've visited a house or hotel that looks even remotely old and haunted. At times her imagination did go a bit wild and she was a little irritating, but I'm pretty sure I was a huge pain in the arse when I was eighteen, too.

Plus as much as Austen pokes fun at Catherine, she's not really criticising readers. Catherine might be wrong in accusing General Tilney of murdering his wife, but she's not wrong about him - he's a bit of a twat.

I did quite like Henry Tilney, too; I thought he was funny, and I'd much rather have a funny male lead than a dark and brooding one. Hence why I've never really found Mr. Darcy that appealing.

However, the longer the book went on (and it isn't exactly a long book) the more it seemed to lose its way. One thing I've noticed about Austen's work is that she tells more than she shows. I know some people love this because they love seeing Austen's personality and snark bleeding through the pages, but after a while I just found it tiresome. I want Austen to be an author, not a commentator. The most frustrating thing is she tends to explain and tell the juiciest parts of her stories! I want to read conversations between the characters in the final scenes of the novel, not read paragraphs and paragraphs of Austen telling me what happened. It almost felt like I was reading a novel, and then suddenly all that was left were Austen's notes for the rest of the book that she hadn't written out yet.

So, 3 stars for Northanger Abbey. I didn't dislike it and I did enjoy the first half, but unfortunately I don't think Austen's writing style is ever going to be for me, and at least now I know that for certain. I am looking forward to watching the 2007 adaptation, though!