by Krysta Tawlks
In a world full of breakups and divorces, dead ends and gluten
intolerances, we really need something to cling to…hope. Nicholas Sparks gives us hope
that out there, we’re going to find a manly man, good at outdoors things with the
ability to grow a full beard. He has a chiseled chin and abs
that turn pancakes into waffles. Two people of modest backgrounds and fantastic figures, dreams and hopes, insecurities and flaws, meet and spark. Sparks turn to flames, passion, kissing in the rain—the perfect ingredients for undying love to blossom.
As for Austen, we have a world of extravagance and elegance, and our dashing hero imbibes that world without flinching. He's not perfect, but he does have a perfect jawline, and the landscaping around his castle is well-kept by the most talented of Edward Scissorhands' apprentices. Austen gives us a task--fix that man, inspire him or woo him with our minds. The most famous of Austen's stories end in uniting unlikely couples against all odds--family disapproval, class differences, and scandal.
Both authors create a man who bestows his undying love on only one woman no matter the competition, time apart, or obstacles he faces. That's devotion, Stan. Loyalty. Sparks and Austen serve up a man with a wellspring of adoration for the beauty of his woman—body and mind.
Both authors create a man who bestows his undying love on only one woman no matter the competition, time apart, or obstacles he faces. That's devotion, Stan. Loyalty. Sparks and Austen serve up a man with a wellspring of adoration for the beauty of his woman—body and mind.
However, there is a stark difference. While Austen ends her stories happily, Sparks is smarter than that. There is
no such thing as a prince charming or a perfect world with a perfect ending.
This is when Spark pulls the plug…and kills someone off in every one of his books.
All those beautiful stories that he builds up larger than life are just dreams.
Sparks knows this, his readers know this, and that’s why he aims his pen at the majestic unicorn of our romantic hopes and pierces it through
the heart. Then, we watch those dreams flop on the lush grass and die a glorious death.
Austen does not have the nerve to shoot the dreams she creates, not even to maim it, but there's no way Darcy and Elizabeth's story ends happily. Not with Wickham's wickedness and Lady Catherine's big mouth. Sparks is clearly the better writer, presenting his beautiful story while having the maturity and presence of mind to share the moments Austen would shrink away from. He forces us to face the reality, that love can be sad, disappointing and short-lived. The death of our hopes is shocking, electrifying, and freeing as his reader knows the truth.
It’s just fiction.
Austen does not have the nerve to shoot the dreams she creates, not even to maim it, but there's no way Darcy and Elizabeth's story ends happily. Not with Wickham's wickedness and Lady Catherine's big mouth. Sparks is clearly the better writer, presenting his beautiful story while having the maturity and presence of mind to share the moments Austen would shrink away from. He forces us to face the reality, that love can be sad, disappointing and short-lived. The death of our hopes is shocking, electrifying, and freeing as his reader knows the truth.
It’s just fiction.
Stan’s review—Jane Austen is way better than Nicholas Sparks.
