P.D. James does a pastiche of Jane Austen, but in her own (James') genre. First of all, I thought it was a very successful pastiche; there were a few words that jumped out at me (lifestyle?!) and clanged, but by and large James had the Austen style and the Austen habit of thought down pat. The first chapter was utterly brilliant, constituting an ironic reconstruction and indirect commentary on the plotting of Pride and Prejudice that had me laughing out loud. Unfortunately, that simply could not be sustained through the rest of the story which was, by comparison, rather bland. The mystery, as you'd expect, was well rolled out, and not entirely predictable (the eventual solution was my second choice, not the one I was tending to for most of the story). The novel is certainly well worth keeping on the P.D. James shelf. But on the whole, I prefer P.D. James doing P.D. James. Jane Austen did Jane Austen quite well enough!