That being said, I am currently about a third of the way through P. D. James's Death Comes to Pemberly. I'm finding it particularly interesting because so many writers work so hard to mimic Miss Jane Austen's tone and voice with varying success. James has sidestepped the entire problem. There are echoes of Miss Jane Austen in Death Comes to Pemberly, but James, as one must when writing a murder mystery, includes other points of view and facts and anecdotes that the strictly-stratified upper-middle class of 1803 would never discuss, and indeed, try very hard not to think about. In addition, James spends the first quarter of the book re-setting the scene and reintroducing the characters as they stand six years after the events of Pride & Prejudice. The result is a voice that is Miss Jane Austen, and yet not Miss Jane Austen. Perhaps it is her well-off niece, Miss Fanny Austen Knight. A young woman of the same time and sensibilities as her aunt, but with the privilege of wealth and education, not to mention the loosening of social stratification that the Romantics advocated in the early 19th century, able to peer a bit more closely into the lives of the residents of Pemberly, their friends, and their families.
My only complaint thus far is that there is little humor to leaven what could turn out to be a rather moribund volume. Miss Jane Austen, in her own way, was hysterically funny (don't believe me? re-read the "let's put on a play!" section of Mansfield Park), and while it may be a bit much to ask for humor while [redacted] is lying dead on the gun room table, it would be the only discordant note in what is otherwise a very well-balanced performance.