I really like my Bridget Jones take-off idea. If I do it well enough maybe I’ll get a Colin Firth type man in my life. And a job with a screwball producer. Hmm. Not so sure about that part, but for certain I’d get a film deal and become important woman of substance.
Last night I scrabbled about for a justification. Why can’t I copy her? Apart from all the obvious reasons which are too many to list. Then I saw it.
Aha! Helen Fielding slyly and patently obviously took her inspiration to satirize – let alone a character’s name – from Jane Austen. Cleverly, unabashedly, unashamedly. Got applauded for it, and I’m included in the applauders, I’m one of her biggest fans. But what if Jane Austen had been alive, though? Would her book have been labeled a rip-off?
So why can’t I do the same, only I’ll take my inspiration from Helen Fielding? I know what, I can call my heroine Bridget Jones.
If Fielding’s publishers ever came after me I could plead a pretty good case in court, don’t you think? Then she and I could jointly write a book about the war between us – and get another film deal. Bridget Jones vs. Bridget Jones.
“I want Mark Darcy!” “No, he’s mine! I want him! Give him back!”
It’s a brilliant idea, Yes!!! At Last! My troubles are over, am woman of substance. Am confident, world famous and important script and novel writer. Ooooh. Phone. Probably it’s Oprah, or Robert de Niro. Unless it’s Colin Firth of course.
What’s all this got to do with the title of this blog? Nothing. I got sidetracked. I’ll tell you about 2010 World Cup Soccer in South Africa tomorrow. If I’m still around. If I haven’t already been hauled away to Hollywood.