The Abduction Of Jane Eyre
Review from Newsday.com
By Polly Shulman February 10, 2002
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IN A WORLD where a madman can take a hammer to Michelangelo's "Pieta" and Taliban zealots can blow up 1,800-year-old statues of the Buddha, even deathless art has a significant mortality rate. But great books really are immortal. Destroy the manuscript of "A Tale of Two Cities" and the scholars will weep, but Sydney Carton will go on doing a far, far better thing than he has ever done, in cheap paperbacks and the finest calf bindings, wherever people read.

For the unfortunate people in "The Eyre Affair," though, not even fictional characters are safe from the machinations of archvillain Acheron Hades. The fiend has hijacked a device that can send ordinary humans into the pages of a book - or pull fictional characters out. Removing a character from a late edition changes only that copy of the book (and other copies based on it), but once Hades gets his hands on an original manuscript, he can alter the work for all time. He starts small, by murdering a minor character from "Martin Chuzzlewit," just to show he can do it: "On the bottom of page 187 there was a short paragraph outlining one of the curious characters who frequent Todger's, the boarding house. A certain Mr. Quaverley by name. He is an amusing character who only converses on subjects he knows nothing about," a professor of English literature, Dr. Runcible Spoon, tells Special Operative Thursday Next of the Literary Police. "If you scan the lines I think you will agree with me that he has vanished."

Although losing Mr. Quaverley looks bad, the book can survive without him. (In fact, he doesn't exist at all in our world's version of the Dickens novel - I checked.) But when Hades lifts the original manuscript of "Jane Eyre" from the Brontee museum and carries it off to the People's Republic of Wales, the British authorities take the threat seriously indeed. Without Jane Eyre narrating, there could be no "Jane Eyre."

"The Eyre Affair," by Jasper Fforde (can that really be his name? No wonder he calls characters things like "Millon De Floss" and "Paige Turner"!) could hardly be more delightful. Although Fforde's book is a lighthearted send-up of pretty much everything that crosses his mind, readers pursuing his premises can stray deep into literary theory and philosophy: Does a character exist independent of the reader? Does an author? What value does an original manuscript have beyond the words it contains? What does a work of art gain or lose from being reproduced?

While the Hades caper raises questions that have engrossed thinkers from Walter Benjamin to Jacques Derrida, Fforde has more in common with Douglas Adams or Lewis Carroll. After all, mathematicians love to quote "Alice in Wonderland," but you don't need to share Carroll's degree in symbolic logic to enjoy his books.

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Like other detectives throughout literature - Fforde makes merry with genre fiction as well as Great Books - Thursday is trying to forget a painful period in her past. In Fforde's world, the Crimean War is still going on in 1985, when "The Eyre Affair" takes place. Twelve years earlier, in 1973, Thursday was one of the only soldiers to survive when the light armored brigade advanced into the guns of the czar's army, seeking to repulse a Russian attack on Balaclava. As in the Tennyson poem, the charge of the Light Brigade was ordered in error - someone had blundered. Thursday's brother died in the disaster after her fiance, Landen Parke-Laine, prevented her from going back for him; Thursday broke up with Landen, blaming him for her brother's death. She has avoided her hometown of Swindon since the disaster. Now, though, following the universal laws of detective fiction, she must return to her roots and confront her past as she pursues her enemy.

In most books, when the hero revisits his past he does it metaphorically. But Fforde's open-armed satire includes science fiction in its embrace. Thursday is a second-generation special operations officer. She belongs to SO-27, the Literary Detective Division, but her father was a ChronoGuard, a member of SO-12, until he went rogue. "My father had a face that could stop a clock. I don't mean that he was ugly or anything; it was a phrase the ChronoGuard used to describe someone who had the power to reduce time to an ultraslow trickle."

The elder Next pops in and out of Thursday's life, pausing time so the police internal investigations squad won't catch him, and strewing the plot with paradoxes. For example, he begs Thursday to talk her mother out of a bad decorating choice: "I went to see your mother three weeks ahead your time," he tells Thursday. "Just the usual - ahem - reason. She's going to paint the bedroom mauve in a week's time - will you have a word and dissuade her? It doesn't match the curtains." Naturally, when Thursday passes on the message, her mother, who had never considered mauve, is taken with the idea. The little whorl of causality foreshadows a turning point in Thursday's own life, when she appears suddenly to herself in the hospital room where she's recovering from a run-in with Hades, driving a brightly colored Speedster, and shouts some advice. Take the job in Swindon, she tells herself - that's where Hades is hiding. Naturally, she listens to herself, moves to Swindon, seeks out the Speedster and eventually, inevitably, drives through a time warp into the hospital room, shouting the advice she's just followed.

Fforde's love of absurd, intricate devices reaches a high point in the character of Mycroft, Thursday's mad-inventor uncle. Among his contrivances are a method for sending pizzas by fax and a 2B pencil with a built-in spell checker. ("Did the memory erasure device work, Uncle?" asks Thursday. "The what?" "The memory erasure device. You were testing it when I last saw you." "Don't know what you're talking about, dear girl.")

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Mycroft demonstrates his newest triumph, translating carbon paper, handing Thursday a stack of alternating sheets of paper and "Rosettionery." "Write something on the first sheet," he tells her. "Have you seen my dodo?" writes Thursday. (In Fforde's world, genetic engineers have long since revived charismatic extinct species; people like to keep dodos as pets because of their fearless, confiding nature - the same qualities that made them go extinct in the first place.) "I lifted off the top carbon and there, written in my own handwriting, were the words: ?Ha visto mi dodo? ... Beneath the Polish carbon was written: Gdzie jest moje dodo? 'I'm working on hieroglyphics and demotic,' Mycroft explained as I peeled off the German translation to read: Haben Sie mein Dodo gesehen? 'The Mayan Codex version was trickier but I can't manage Esperanto at all. Can't think why.' 'This will have dozens of applications!' I exclaimed as I pulled off the last sheet to read, slightly disappointingly: Mon aardvark n'a pas de nez. 'Wait a moment, Uncle. My aardvark has no nose?' Mycroft looked over my shoulder and grunted. 'You probably weren't pressing hard enough.'" It's one of Mycroft's inventions, the Prose Portal, that allows Hades to wreak his havoc. Powered by bookworms - organisms with the contents of reference books coded into their DNA - the portal allows traffic between the world of life and that of fiction.

As Thursday pursues Hades through this world and the next in an effort to rescue those dear to her - not only Jane Eyre, but Uncle Mycroft and Aunt Polly, whom Hades is holding hostage to make sure of the inventor's help - she changes literary history. In Thursday's world, "Jane Eyre" ends when Jane decides to marry her cousin St. John Rivers and go with him to India as a missionary. "It was generally agreed that if Jane had returned to Thornfield Hall and married Rochester, the book might have been a lot better than it was." When reading "Jane Eyre," did you ever wonder how Jane managed to hear Rochester calling to her from miles and miles away at the exact moment when she was about to agree to St. John's proposal? It takes a bold adventurer to play fast and loose with literature, and that's what we have in Thursday and Fforde.

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