![]() “No doubt this man of yours is possessed of a little more wit than the rest, but mortals are by nature stupid and helpless creatures.” “Then I give you leave to like him… from afar, that is,” replied Anita, registering a hit against her opponent as well. Certainly, I’ve not encountered his equal in this place,” she said with a disdainful glare at the feeble specimen cowering at the point of her sword. “Tall – a singular virtue to which every young man must by all means aspire – and I never saw such an happy union of noble character and physical perfection. “He is just what a young man ought to be,” Diana said, deftly evading the saber thrust of her male sparing partner. Diana happened to spy there a handsome mortal of a more than usually interesting aspect, whom she thereafter made the subject of her constant study.ĭuring a mandatory warrior training class one day, she confided her observations to her best friend Anita, who is also know as Power Girl. Something must and will happen to throw a call to heroism in her way.īy and by, her looks improved tolerably, and her other abilities developed apace, to the point that her martial arts master went so far as to call her efforts “satisfactory.” Then on the day of her eighteen birthday, she cast a most auspicious gaze across the mystical veil that hung betwixt her home on the island of Themiscyra to the sphere of Man. But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of every disobliging circumstance imaginable cannot prevent her. ![]() She greatly preferred reading to the more standard juvenile pursuits – swordplay, mastering the lasso, fending off lightning bolts – and rarely attended to the insinuations of her well-intentioned relations that she would be wise to cultivate whatsoever latent super powers she might possess. The resulting picture all but shouted that this was a child destined for mediocrity.Įqually unpropitious for heroism seemed the turn of little Diana’s mind. A graceless figure, an awkward fashion sense, and a total want of complexion combined to ill effect. Indeed, as amazons go, her looks did not exceed the average by a single jot. ![]() And fate seemed at first wholly disinclined to lend a hand.Ī glimpse of little Diana – for so she was then called – surely conjured up no image of future greatness in the beholder’s eye. Her character, situation, and temper were all equally against such an eventuality. No one who had ever seen Wonder Woman in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. It makes me think of her adroit use of humor in her juvenile works, or the kind of thing she might have written to entertain her nieces and nephews in later years. Upon further reflection, however, I’m inclined to believe this is exactly the sort of silliness Jane would have enjoyed. Then I let the silly side of my imagination go from there. I used the opening pages of Northanger Abbey as my inspiration for Woman of Wonder, specifically Austen’s explanation of how the unlikely Catherine Morland had no choice but to become the heroine destiny had decreed. (My other contribution is Miss Dashwood Gets Down and Dirty here.) Published by Adams Media, the book is an eclectic anthology of stories (some tasteful, some not so much) written in parody of Jane Austen’s style, themes, language, and characters. What does Wonder Woman have to do with Jane Austen? Nothing, as far as I am aware, but that was kind of the point when I wrote the following short story for Bad Austen a couple of years ago.
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