This may be less mature, I suppose, but that's a relative term. The novel certainly feels lighter in tone, and written by someone who's had fewer hard knocks. But the wit, and the social commentary, are absolutely there. Austen's prose is always a delight, much though I may suspect, not having read any Georgian Gothic novels of the kind that this novel is to a large extent riffing off, that there just might be rather a lot of allusions I'm not getting.
The novel is a joy to read, with our naive heroine Catherine slowly learning that real life is both tamer and in some ways more socially perilous than the lurid tropes of the Gothic novel.And the final revelations are devilishly clever, revealing that the plot has been rather cleverer than we may have thought all along.
It's fascinating to see Austen discuss the modes and manners of the minor landed gentry in the 1790s, a slightly earlier time period. Indeed, this book makes the 18th century, which felt so distant in Tristram Shandy, feel rather close. There's even an extraordinary moment where the splendidly pedantic Henry disparages the modern habit of using the word "nice" to mean "pleasant" rather than "exact". Quite right too.


