What’s there to say about Mallory Ortberg’s Texts from Jane Eyre except what fun! When I first began seeing the book around the interwebs I thought, pfft, how stupid, this is as bad as turning Pride and Prejudice into a story about zombies. But I was wrong. This my friends is a delightful book of humor. Who cares that Circe and Odysseus didn’t have phones? If they did I’m sure they would have texted each other something like this:
where did the pigs come from Circe
i don’t know
a pig farm
a pig mommy and a pig daddy who loved each other very much and gave each other a special handshakeCIRCE
oh my god okay fine
they’re your crew, you got me
I turned all of your friends into pigswhy did you turn my friends into pigs
I don’t know
maybe the real question is
why are your friends
so turn-into-pigsable
Ortberg is great at capturing the absurdity, oddness, or quirk of story or character, or even real life authors. Like the spoof of John Donne and his poem The Flea:
it means we’re basically married
it has my blood and your blood in it
so
you’ve technically already had sex with me
and you might as well do it againI don’t
wait
but there could be a lot of other blood in there toowell we might have to have sex with all those people too
Or Henry David Thoreau texting Ralph Waldo Emerson:
o you know whos my family ralph
who
these squirrels
these squirrels and this chipmunk and that crow therethe crow on the chimney?
NO
not that one
god i hate that one
hes not my family
hes a fucking asshole
There are also paranoid texts from J. Alfred Prufrock and texts from the Lorax cracked me up. There were a few I had a hard time relating too since I never read any of the Sweet Valley High books, the Baby-sitters Club or the American Girls. I did laugh at the texts between Nancy Drew and her boyfriend Ned though.
Texts from Jane Eyre is a quick, light book sure to make you laugh more than a few times. I can promise that if you are reading it with someone else in the room you will want to read some of the texts aloud to that person in order to share the fun. And if you enjoy Ortberg’s humor, you can catch it nearly daily at The Toast.
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