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An Introduction by Val McDermid
Northanger Abbey is the least conventional of Jane Austen’s six published novels. It’s also the least well known, which always surprises me because in some respects, it’s much closer to modern fiction than it is to the Victorian novels that succeeded it. Like the other five, it has at its heart a love story shaped by the conventions of the time. But unlike them, it goes beyond that to take a shrewd and unsparing look at the role fiction plays in our lives.
This is the novel where Austen tells us what she really thinks about her companions in the literary landscape. She takes sideswipes at those who claim fiction is a waste of time. She lambasts historians and poets alike. She upbraids her fellow fiction writers for not standing up for themselves and giving their heroines only ‘improving’ books to read. She points the finger at critics who despise the works that give pleasure to so many readers. It’s a Regency rant that wouldn’t be out of place in a twenty-first-century blog – sharp and sarcastic, she skewers those who have no time for novels or their creators.
Austen reminds us that the novel at its best is ‘work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language’.
But that doesn’t mean she’s blind to the deficiencies of some novelists. And in this book she seizes the chance to poke fun at a whole sub-genre of her contemporaries – the gothic horror novel. At its heart, Northanger Abbey is a satire that takes apart the tropes of the gothic horror genre and exposes their ridiculous characters, their improbable narratives and their failure to reflect the lives of their readers in any significant particular. Austen has no patience for the suggestible readers who see the novel as any kind of blueprint for living.
It’s that sideways look at the effects of our reading material on the choices we make that also renders Northanger Abbey the funniest of Austen’s sly social comedies. We might not read the novels of Mrs Radcliffe and Thomas Love Peacock these days, but human nature remains the same. We all know people who live their lives convinced the zombie apocalypse is
