Thanks for popping in. Friday’s blog a private peek, right? Well, I think I mentioned yesterday, that I’m off up to London this afternoon, to see A Christmas Carol at the Old Vic. Looking forward to it. It’s had rave reviews. And we do like A Christmas Carol, don’t we? Or should I say, we do like a happy ending, don’t we?
I wonder if Dickens knew, when he wrote A Christmas Carol, that Ebenezer Scrooge would become such an infamous, iconic character. He describes him as “a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner!” Glad to declare I don’t personally know anybody of that description, do you?! I know a few miserly, greedy old buggers, mind! The good news is they aren’t anywhere to be found near me and mine!
“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.” Dickens really was a supreme wordsmith, wasn’t he?
What’s your favourite Dickens novel? Great Expectations? Oliver Twist? David Copperfield? I’m listening to Little Dorrit at the moment on Audible. Bit sobering, but brilliantly written. Very sociopolitically loaded, too. Only another 37 hours to go! I think all of his novels are worthy of a second read at least. And the wonderful advantage of Audible is that I can potter, walk, draw and travel at the same time. Such is the life of a busy person.
I am also reading George Eliot’s Middlemarch at the same time. Another very brilliantly written, politically loaded book. You know you’re in for a treat when the author, a woman, pretends to be a man so that she can write something of substance! Gasp. How far we have come. That was only 140 years ago, you know. Not long at all. A spec of time.
When I was younger, I was the quintessential bookworm. Always had my head in a book. English language was my first love and English literature my second. But when I studied languages and linguistics, I had the passion for lit knocked out of me – and it has only recently returned. You would laugh if you saw me in the mornings now. First thing I do is grab my phone and take it to the bathroom! Then Charles Dickens is with me while I clean my teeth and put on my make up. He comes with me into the kitchen for a coffee, and then he accompanies me on the road to work.
You can rest assured, he is coming with me on the train to London this afternoon, too! Is it escapism? Definitely. Is it distraction? 100%. Is it educational? Without a doubt. If I am going to write a book of my own down the line, then I must absorb and know the styles of the masters, don’t you agree? I’m just not ready yet. Not yet.
Anyway, enough rambling. Time to head up to London.
Love & Hugs,