If Scarlett O’Hara had an unlimited text-and-data plan,
she’d be constantly trying to sext Ashley away from Melanie.
If Mr. Rochester could text Jane Eyre, his ardent missives would obviously be in all caps.
And Daisy Buchanan would not only text while driving,
she’d text you to pick her up after she totaled her car.
Texts from Jane Eyre is a witty, irreverent mash-up that
channels literary personalities at their silliest, most manipulative, and most bizarre.
The conceit is this: famous literary characters are texting each other;
one is an everyday person, the other is acting in character.
The juxtaposition, plus the insights into how downright peculiar “acting in character” actually is,
results in bizarre humour. Mostly.
It helps to be familiar with the pieces (which I’m not in every case).
But when it works, it works very well.
Pip what are you doing right now
did you know that my name would have been Mrs. Compeyson
if I’d married my fiancé Mr. Compeyson
but I never did marry him
because as you recall
I was abandoned on my wedding day
by my fiancé
and have never never
but I’m just thrilled to hear that you’re doing so well
just Havisham will do for now
unless he comes back
is there anything in particular you need from me right now?
really write it down though
are you writing it down?
And the effect is cumulative.