“When we look at [Dickens’] Christmas writings, darker currents glide beneath all the beaming and laughter.”
“When we look at [Dickens’] Christmas writings, darker currents glide beneath all the beaming and laughter.”
Also, “The unforeseeable effects of obscure novels.”
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Let’s face it–Dickens was a depressing writer. A Christmas Carol is a fairly uncharacteristic work–one with a happy ending, in which no sympathetic character dies.
This year I read A Christmas Carol in its original for the first time and was shocked at all the spooky elements in it. I mean, the ghosts were really ghostly, not the Disney-ized charactures I grew up with.