Saturday, 30 June 2012

Who doesn't love Mr Darcy?

Just a little extra-curricular post - ostensibly, I'm working. However, one of my friends posted this on Facebook last night, and it tickled my funnybone. For general amusement, and comments if any of you so please, I give you Mr Darcy:
Personally, I think it works on a number of different levels - not that it's necessary to get into lots of analysis. But it made me smile, and I hope it does for all of you!


  1. A easy answer. Me!

    He's a bloody nineteenth century foppy ponce. I don't get the whole "emerging from the lake with dripping shirt" thing. Ursula Andress however...

  2. LOL, Murph! you can always be counted upon to bring a certain earthy level to the conversation!

    You need to re-read your Austens - assuming you've read them at all... I'm giving you a generous portion of benefit of the doubt. It's very easy to dismiss Darcy as an uptight and arrogant snob. However, there is another side to him. I'll have to get back to my Austens and explore that. Watch this space...

  3. Ummmm, I just don't get it and yes, I haven't read Austen.

    Although I have heard women and certain men swoon over Mister Darcy's name.

  4. Ah, you see, he's the archetypal inscrutible, unnaproachable hero - and he's also a fine figure of a man, according to Austen's description. Girls go for that - apparently!

    Interestingly, the whole Darcy debate/hype/whatever really took off after the BBC adaptation that starred Colin Firth as Darcy - and probably brought to the role for the first time an element of his character that is in the book, but hadn't made it to other adaptations. Firth has a capacity for allowing a certain vulnerability to peep through an otherwise seemingly arrogant or unlikeable character, and that fits the bill in Darcy's case. It humanises these characters. Then of course, there was the more recent movie version, so it offered fresh fodder for devotees to debate - and so it goes on...

  5. You made me smile! A few months ago we watched the Firth version of P & P. My 16-year-old daughter, who was 12-ish the last time we saw the film, turned to me and said. "Omigosh!!! I don't remember this. Was I not paying attention? Check him OUT!" To which I replied, "Mmmmm!" The men of the family were rather more underwhelmed...

    1. Hello!

      You're a new voice on my blog - I'm glad you enjoyed this post.

      I love that story! The friend who posted this pic on Facebook is an avid Firth fan and I'll have to pass it on. I suspect my partner sort of gets what women see in Firth, but our 16 year old certainly doesn't !!