A Christmas Carol (1843)
I'll not insult you all by describing the action of this classic novella, nor belabor the lesson taught. I'm sure even Mowgli the Jungle Boy must have heard this story once a year growing up in the jungle. But with all the TV and movie and cartoon and Muppet iterations (the best of which remains the 1951 Alastair Sim movie version), when's the last time you went back and actually read the original book?
Dickens is, of course, a wonderful author and earlier generations read everything that he wrote. Today, however, you read an obligatory novel or two in High School, breath a sigh of relief that's over and then blithely ignore him along with the rest of the ancients. But, as a reacquaintance with A Christmas Carol will remind you, he remains pretty accessible and his novels are often quite fun. What's more, there's even a Reading Version (available online, just click the hypertext) of the story that Dickens condensed himself for his numerous public readings of the tale. It's perfect for reading aloud to the family.
Here's just a sample of the prose to entice you:
On Scrooge before:
Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone,
Scrooge. a squeezing, wrenching, grasping,
scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and
sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever
struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained,
and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him
froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose,
shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes
red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly
in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head,
and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried
his own low temperature always about with
him; he iced his office in the dog-days; and didn't
thaw it one degree at Christmas.
and Scrooge after:
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all,
and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not
die, he was a second father. He became as good a
friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as
the good old city knew, or any other good old city,
town, or borough, in the good old world. Some
people laughed to see the alteration in him, but
he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was
wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on
this globe, for good, at which some people did
not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and
knowing that such as these would be blind anyway,
he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle
up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less
attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that
was quite enough for him.
He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived
upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever
afterwards; and it was always said of him, that
he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man
alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly
said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim
observed, God bless Us, Every One!
We, all of us, have a tendency to let the classics become so encrusted
that we take them for granted and forget how good they really are; if this
has happened for you with A Christmas Carol, do yourself a favor
and dig out a copy and reread it this Holiday Season. I bet it becomes
an annual tradition.
(Reviewed:09-Dec-99)
Grade: (A+)
