From the desk of Christina Boyd:
We were first introduced to Bridget Jones’ Diary in 1997. Readers kept it on the New York Times bestseller list for over six months. We were utterly addicted to this new confessional literary genre author Helen Fielding had created—the unguarded, neurotic ramblings of a London singleton in search of love—and her obsession with Jane Austen’s romantic hero Mr. Darcy from Pride & Prejudice, (admittedly Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy in the 1995 BBC/A&E mini-series). We devoured the sequel Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason in 1999, and the subsequent movies with an all-star cast of Renée Zellweger, Hugh Grant, and, yes, Colin Firth as dishy, love-interest Mark Darcy. Now 14 years later, Fielding has resurrected her most popular character …
STOP. If you haven’t heard about the big, gigantic, SPOILER in her new novel, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy—DO NOT PROCEED. This is your chance to bail now. Save yourself the trouble and time of ranting at me in some long-winded diatribe. You have been given due notice. But, please do come back here and let’s compare notes, once you have read the book, of course.
However, if you have heard the big news about this third book in the series, then carry on. My little review won’t ruin anything for you that has not already been broadcast worldwide. Also, a slight warning as to the sailor-like language sprinkled throughout that we have come to expect from Bridget and friends. (My apologies to sailors everywhere who do not swear or speak in a vulgar manner. Terrible, terrible stereotype. I know.) Though jarring, cringe-worthy really, if any of my American friends were to spew such vulgarity, coming from Bridget, any Brit really, this American reviewer tends to give a pass. Maybe it’s the charming British accent? Or the Renee Zellweger narrative I hear in my head?
Channeling my inner-Bridget’s up to the minute, daily diary-style format, the following is an account of my ponderings on Fielding’s latest offering:
SPOILER ALERT…SPOILER ALERT…SPOILER ALERT…SPOILER ALERT
Monday 30 September 2013
Number of times I said “WHAT?” when The Today Show announced author Helen Fielding killed off Mark Darcy 20, number of negative thoughts 1000, number of Facebook posts and threads I mentioned this spoiler 9, hours it took me to overcome my shock of Mark’s death 26, days I had to wait after this bombshell until my advanced copy was released from the publisher 10, days I had to wait until my copy was forwarded on from Austenprose blog mistress 2, hours I had to wait to get a moment to myself from delivery of said book until I could crack it open 10, number of days it took me to actually finish because of the rude intrusions of real life 3.
7:17 a.m. Breaking news on The Today Show. “Hearts are breaking wide open around the world. Bridget Jones is back. Minus Mr. Darcy.” What? What?! No Mark Darcy! My dear husband tried to offer his condolences by pointing out the British are not afraid of killing off their favorites in their television programs, reminding me of the recent Downton Abbey debacle of doing in yummy male lead, and all-around good guy, Matthew Crawley, and even many of my favorites from MI-5, aka in Great Britain as Spooks. (Not helpful.) Still, how can this be? Is this a prank? Pfffffft. What’s the point? Who wants to read about Bridget Jones if there’s no Mark Darcy?
7:27 a.m. Facebook, Twitter, and blogs are all abuzz with devastating news. I knew the book had been embargoed to all advanced copies for reviews. Was this the reason? Maybe so, and yet, somehow a copy must have slipped out, and the publisher must have said, “Go ahead, leak the bloody spoiler,” says my wildly, active imagination. Amidst the U.S. economy being held hostage by its own government, earthquakes, typhoons, Iran’s nuclear program talks, Mark Darcy’s death has pushed aside Miley Cyrus’s “strategic hot mess.” Or, was so-called leak possibly part of cleverly choreographed marketing scheme? Hmmm…? On to reading the book…
Friday 11 October 2013
Number of times nits are mentioned 43 (plus or minus), number of times I scratched my own head after reading about nits 43 (plus or minus), number of times I scratched my head at the mention of some clearly British word or product like: spag bog and Fairy Liquid 2, number of barn owl sightings 2, number of times I cried at the end of barn owl scenes 2, number of times I wept over Bridget’s memories of Mark 3, number of times I laughed out loud 78, number of pages I giggled at the repeated mention of the f-word (and I mean fart) 3 ½, number of pages until the use of the other f-word is used (and I mean “fuckwit”) 12, number of times used thereafter 278 (plus or minus), number of Jane Austen references 2 (maybe 3), number of days since I finished reading it (yet am still mulling over the details) 5.
When last we read about Bridget Jones it was the year 2000, and at the close of The Edge of Reason, Mark Darcy was arranging his caseload in America and, or Thailand, with Bridget in tow. Over a decade later, the world has changed. Major life changes. 9-11. Technology. The Internet. Bridget and Mark now have two children.
Mad About the Boy opens with Bridget in a quandary about her friend’s 60th birthday party. Should she, or should she not, invite her boy toy Roxster, who happens to be celebrating his 30th birthday on the same night? Then it proceeds right into a calamitous episode of nits (head lice), vomit and diarrhea. She must handle it all alone, if we are to believe the spoilers, without Mark. For the next 20-odd pages all the usual Bridget chatter about her boy toy, and bumbling about as a single mother, without one mention of Mark. I quite think if I had not heard Fielding had killed off Mark prior to this reading, I would have been Googling to see if I had missed a Book 3 and was, in fact, reading Book 4. And then on page 26, there it was:
Mark Darcy 1956-2008
Told from Bridget’s perspective, with long chunks of her irreverent monologue, her often minute by minute running commentary, her texting conversations, and now with Twitter, her attempt to get current, she tweets:
Thursday 12 July 2012, 155 lbs, pounds lost 20, pages of screenplay written 10, Twitter followers 0. <@DalaiLama Just as a snake sheds its skin, so we must shed our past again and again.>
“You see? The Dalai Lama and I are one cyber-mind. I am shedding my fat like a snake.” (p. 55)
So this is Bridget a decade and a half later. Widowed, 51-year-old, cheeky single mother of two small children, attempting to write a screenplay and still struggling with how she fits into the world—a tech-savvy world. Forlorn, without her rock Mark Darcy. She is still friends with the bawdy cast we love and adore: Talitha, Jude, Tom and Magda, and as they are all now deeply entrenched in that other vulgar phrase “middle age,” are determined to get rid of Bridget’s lonely, “Born-Again Virgin” status.
“I’ve had enough of this! What do you mean ‘middle-aged’? In Jane Austen’s day, we’d all be dead by now. We’re going to live to be a hundred. It’s not the middle of our lives. Oh. Yes. Well, actually it is the middle.” (p. 67)
Yet, she is determined to find her new normal. Mark wouldn’t want her to be alone and miserable.
And just like that, she decides to get back out there. After all, it has been four and a half years since she has even kissed a man. But, like most times when you are trying something new, or rather something you have done before but not in a very, long time, and trying to be 30, when you are in fact 51, events do not always turn out as you hoped.
“We all became crestfallen, our confidence collapsing like a house of cards. ‘Oh God. Do we just look like an ensemble of elderly transvestites?’ said Tom.
‘It’s happened, just as I always feared,’ I said. ‘We’ve ended up as tragic old fools convincing ourselves the vicar is in love with us because he’s mentioned his organ.’ (p. 80)
However, Bridget does find love and affection via Twitter. This story-line is chock full of tender, LOL, randy moments, and amusing texting dialogue as she enjoys re-discovering her sensuality with her 30-year-old boy toy, who really does fancy her. But Bridget is still Bridget—sure to cock something up as she fumbles about and never showing herself to her best, especially in front of smug marrieds, potential career makers and her son’s chess/music/sports department teacher Mr. Wallaker. Bridget describes him as “fit, tall, slightly younger than me, crop-haired, rather like Daniel Craig in appearance.” (p. 5). Surely this must be Fielding’s nod to who should play the new teacher in the future movie? Yes, puleez.
At the moment when you think you can’t take one more self-destructive, idiotic, nitwit antic, Bridget takes a breath, adjusts her priorities and performs a few selfless acts—that end up turning things around. I think that’s what Bridget would call Karma. And what would a series be (that began with what Fielding confesses was stolen from the plot of Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice), without a romantic, happily ever after? Bridget-style, of course.
“He took a step closer. The air was heavy with jasmine, roses. I breathed unsteadily. It felt as though we were being drawn together by the moon. He reached out, like I was a child, or a Bambi or something, and touched my hair. ‘There aren’t any nits in here, are there?’ he said.” (p. 321-322)
And that’s not even with the loveable Daniel Cleaver, who, yes, is in this book as… wait for it… the children’s godfather!
So, let me be the one to say, although I loved Bridget with Mark Darcy, (her grounded, stabilizing life-force, her Yin to his Yang), I do accept that horrible, tragic things do happen in real life. Fielding took a brave leap (others might say foolish) in killing this beloved character off. Believe me. Those first 26 hours after I learned of his death I was as dazed as Jones in a vodka induced stupor. Fielding could have played it safe. But where would she have gone with that? Everyday real-life women get up, face the day, and soldier on. If our Bridget can do it… you can too. Stay calm and carry on without Mark Darcy. Mad About the Boy is a delicious, boisterous, raucous triumph championing a re-awakening of life. Read the book. As in real life, you’d hate to miss out. <@Dalai Lama An open heart is an open mind.>
5 out of 5 Stars
P.S. I was going to knock off ½ a star for killing Mark, but then reminded self it would have been a predictable, pointless, fuckwit move.
Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy, by Helen Fielding
Alfred A. Knopf (2013)
Hardcover (400) pages
Cover image courtesy of Alfred A. Knopf © 2013; text Christina Boyd © 2013, Austenprose.com
First, I have to admit that I’ve only seen the two films. Still, when I heard she killed off Mark Darcy, I was aghast. But as you say, terrible things do happen in real life and it was a bold move for Fielding to represent that when the character is so beloved.
Finally, I absolutely loved the style of the review. Five stars to you!
Thank you– the whole time reading this book, knowing it was for review, I knew how I wanted to write it. Let’s just say Bridget spoke to me, loud and clear. Hope you enjoy the book as much as I did.
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Thanks– looking fwd to reading your impressions of this book!
Like nancy , I have only seen the movies. I, too, was shocked when I heard of his untimely demise.
But as you say, the story and life moves on.
Loved your review! This , in itself, makes me want to read this book !
Look forward to hearing how you enjoyed the book. Thanks for your thoughtful comments.
Well I had almost decided not to read this because of the spoiler, and also because Bridget was very of her time as a 90s boozy ladette and the little I’d read of the newspaper columns that Helen Fielding did later seemed quite dated and Bridget pretty immature, but this was a fantastic review so perhaps I’ll give it a go sometime.
Yes I do hope you’ll give it a go. At first I thought… I could never relate to such a chaotic, nitwit person– but somehow Fielding wrote her so well that Bridget’s weaknesses wholly humanized her to me. I think it’s a timely book for any generation.
I am listening to the audio right now and really enjoying it. The actress Samantha Bond is the narrator and she does an excellent job with very challenging text.
Great review Christina of a difficult subject. I am glad that you were able to get past the death of Mark Darcy (R.I.P) and so did Bridget. One never really gets over these tragedies in life, but we carry on and try to find a bit off love and happiness afterward. I think Fielding handled it beautifully. It is uplifting and inspiring. Never thought I would equate that with BJ.
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I always enjoy Bridget but always think she’s self destructive and I don’t think I could invite that kind of chaos into my life. However by the end of this review endeavor and all the formatting troubles that you fixed for me Laurel Ann, I felt like Bridget and I were tech kindred spirits. And because of that little bonding, I forgive her nitwit antics.
Trapped in the car today so I was listening to Perduasion and mulling over my review. Thinking about those mourning Mark Darcy — was reminded if a few apt quotes. “She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.” And “…when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.”
* Persuasion* Of course– clunking thumbs from iPhone.
Suddenly seized with desire to re-read first two books before committing to third. Concerned I might not like them as much as I did when I was a singleton, when I loved them v. much. Possibly should just read this and get the crying over with, then re-read original to magically restore Mark to life.
Well in preparation for this review, I did re-read both as well as watch both movies. Put me in the proper frame of mind– I say “be bold, total immersion.”
Loved this review, and now I’m excited about reading this again. (It’s on my birthday wish list ;)) I was devastated when I heard about Mark, but I still want to see where Bridget is now.
Thanks– I do hope you enjoy it as much as I did. It really is a journey of sorts– like the other Bridget novels.
This review was awesome! Well done, Christina! Glad to hear that there is still so much to love and enjoy in this novel (even though it is bereft of one yummy Mark Darcy!) You definitely encourage readers to put aside their shock and disappointment and pick this one up!
Thanks Meredith– I look forward to your thoughts on the book. Believe me, I was really dreading having to read it under deadline no less (for those first 26 hours anyway) after hearing of the big spoiler.
I’ve only ever watched the movies but had heard the news and was grieved and shocked indeed! Considering I couldn’t wait for the movie i was going to read this one but was put off until I read your review bravo on a job well done. When I was 6 months pregnant I saw a couple on tv talking about their daughter who was born with DS and although it was a positive story I remember thinking I don’t know how I would cope in the same situation, you always see these things happen to others and never think it will happen to you. So you can imagine my shock 3 months later when I was in the same position as that couple, so as much as I cannot imagine losing my own mr Darcy we don’t know what life has in store and maybe someone reading this book will find comfort in it. I will defo be reading this thanks
Thank you for your insightful response. Enjoy the book!
Wonderful review. Now that the movie is about to be released, you don’t have to mourn the loss of Mark Darcy! I hope you enjoy this new storyline.