Sixteen years ago, an up-and-coming young writer and a scrappy little Philadelphia publisher hit the jackpot with a simple recipe: Take eight parts out-of-copyright text of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice . Add two parts zombies. Combine. Count the money as it rolls in.   I wasn’t a fan of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies , which felt to me like a one-note joke that outlasted its welcome long before Elizabeth and Darcy got hitched, and I liked the 2016 movie even less.