Book review: Bridget
Jones’s Baby – Kirsty McLuckie | The Scotsman – November 2, 2016 Following the life of Bridget Jones can be a
confusing affair, and not just because of our heroine’s lack of
organisational skills, her propensity to get drunk and her hapless ability
to attract both the wrong sort of man and slapstick farce in equal
measure. Starting
as a newspaper column, over 20 years author Helen Fielding’s imaginings
of Bridget’s life have flip-flopped backwards and forwards in time in
both the books and the films. Both
Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver, Bridget’s competitive suitors, have
appeared and disappeared. Mark was killed off in the books, while Daniel,
played by Hugh Grant, has been replaced by a new love interest in the
latest film. In
the newest book, however, both are back, full of vim and virility, so much
so that due to a slight misunderstanding on Bridget’s part and some
dolphin-friendly eco-condoms, either could be responsible for her
unexpected but very welcome pregnancy. In
this reboot, Bridget is a Singleton again, her engagement to Mark ruined
five years earlier by Daniel. As a news presenter on Sit Up Britain, she
is older but no wiser and her biological clock is ticking as her critical
self-assessment veers from professional and attractive to chaotic and
unloveable. “7pm.
My flat. I have actually reached my sexual sell-by date. Men are no longer
attracted to me because I am a withered and barren husk. 7.05
pm. Babies: yuk. I am a top professional woman. Every woman has her needs,
which I simply fulfil with adult liaisons, almost French in their
elegance.” It
is these extreme views of herself, with the truth always somewhere in
between, which make Bridget so hilarious and so recognisable to readers,
particularly women. With
a deft wit, Fielding lampoons 21st century life but amongst the humour
there are some some serious points about the way in which we judge
ourselves and others. Bridget says to her baby: “The world you are about
to enter will be a different sea, with so much to do with how many likes
you get on Facebook; where everyone is showing off rather than sharing
their sadnesses and fears; and ‘liking’ the most famous, or the
richest, or the prettiest more than the most human, or the kindest
friend.” There
is plenty of farce but the big laughs come from the dialogue, with Daniel
Cleaver getting the funniest lines. When presenting The Archer-Biro Prize
for Women’s Fiction – conceived for the eradication of chick-lit –
to “Nominee authoresses, from a wide range of nations, lined up on
stage: here a batik headdress, there a Guatemalan robe, there a full
burka,” he says: “It is a tremendously arousing honour to be standing
amongst such an array of lady finalists: almost like wandering into the
Alternative Miss World Competition.” The
secondary characters are hit and miss: smug marrieds with children are a
bit two-dimensional, the inhabitants of Bridget’s home village are dull
and snobbish while her single friends, as in previous books, never really
get off the page. Equally the plot is a bit thin, and there aren’t many
surprises, but the main characters – Bridget, Mark, Daniel and
Bridget’s wise and gentle father – are loveable and funny enough for
engineered plot twists not to get in the way of a really enjoyable
encounter. While
Fielding will perhaps never find herself the recipient of the fictitious
Archer-Biro prize, she is certainly back to her witty best. |