Sir Bedvere: ‘Now, why do witches burn?”
Peasant: ‘…because they’re made of… wood?’
Sir Bedvere: ‘Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood?’
Peasant 2: ‘Build a bridge out of her.”
~Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Discovering that Jane Austen is considered, by some, to be the Monty Python of her era was—for me—like receiving an unlimited hall pass in grade school. If Jane Austen could wield her subversive humor while maintaining her dignity, if she could keep a straight face while delivering outrageous pokes at the pompous hypocrites who populated her world, then I was free (within limits) to let my inner Lizzie Bennet loose. The hardest thing for a comedy writer to do is to contain those barely audible jabs that burble out like a pot set on a very hot stove.
A good tale takes us to another time, another place, and away from our world if only for an afternoon. When I hear from readers who tell me that my Lizzie gave them the giggles through some very tense times or while suffering ill health, I am humbled. The joy I feel when I know I have lighten someone’s burden with funny dialogue or heartwarming scenes, which cost me nothing to craft, but spread beams of laughter into dark corners, is for me, the most rewarding feeling in the world.
Thank you for all the wonderful comments in support of my slightly unconventional Lizzie Bennet, who says the most outrageous things—to the delight of Fitzwilliam Darcy. He considers her his Monty Python amusement as well as the great love of his life.
In this sixth book in my series Mister Darcy comedic mysteries, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy set off under the guise of honeymooners, to save a quartet of domestic maids being held hostage in London and to return the legendary Red Rosary to the Templars’ treasure vaults. Can they avoid Caroline Bingley, evade the sinister men from Rome and will they ever get to enjoy their honeymoon?
Excerpt from MISTER DARCY’S HONEYMOON – New Release: Kindle
The ladies, the children, and Sammy all raised their heads at exactly the same time as I entered, breathless with the update.
“Happy news! We shall be taking a jaunt in my car to a faraway airport. Mr. Darcy is securing your flight right now. Hold a good thought for you will be in the arms of your loved ones very soon.”
Annie took Kidlat’s hands and clicked her heels. She coerced the little chap into performing a ring dance to celebrate. He joined her in her gibberish chant, giggling as they danced. Sammy jumped between them and yowled his dog version of their happy song.
With a skittering of nails on marble floors Derby and Squire came tumbling into the kitchen, slammed into the ring dance, and knocked Annie and Kidlat on their bums. The basset hounds slobbered Annie and Sammy with wet recognition, and sniffed Kidlat sorting out his scent.
It took Annie a few tense moments to help the boy become accustomed to the energetic bassets. Derby and Squire were so excited to have a bunch of new aromas and snuffled happily at each of the ladies, tickling Divina and Riza’s sandaled toes.
Boris, the Russian wolfhound, strolled in. He flicked his long hair behind his ears and looked askance at our guests. The dog strutted to my side as if he were on the flirt at a cocktail party. He licked my hand and waggled his eyebrows. I swallowed a chuckle as he reminded me of a Shakespearean actor with his haughty stare and regal bearing. But I dare not laugh and insult his posturing.
Darcy returned to the kitchen buttoning a safari jacket. I noticed the bulge of a holster under his left arm and a small leather case strapped under his right arm. I guessed the smaller case contained the Red Rosary. He gave me a squeeze and kiss. All the pieces now in place, we were almost ready to depart.
To celebrate the publication of MISTER DARCY’S HONEYMOON – I am giving away three E-book copies of MISTER DARCY’S HONEYMOON ~ US and International ~ Post a comment here to enter! The deadline is Thursday, August 30th at midnight EDST.
Once again, thank you all for making me feel so welcome.
With love and laughter,