(My Rating: 4 / 5)
Somehow I don’t think I am worthy of reviewing Charles Dickens! When I pictured myself writing a review on A Christmas Carol, I pictured a trembling, unsure hand daring to opine on one of the greatest writers of literature.
There are too many aspects to cover, too much to be discussed, so for now I shall not attempt to do anything other than briefly write about why I enjoyed this novella so much.
This was my first reading of A Christmas Carol and at the end I felt it was one of those books that I will read several times again, discovering and taking from it something different each time.
Published in 1843, the story centres around Ebenezer Scrooge, a rich, miserly man who has spent most of his life focused on making money, thus leaving no time in his world for family, friends, fun, compassion or benevolence – an all too familiar phenomenon even (and maybe especially) today, nearly 175 years later!
The story progresses with Scrooge being visited by several ghosts on Christmas Eve, who each in their own turn, force Scrooge to remember his past and recognise what he has let slip away, to become aware of how his present actions are directly affecting those around him, while also causing him to be looked upon unfavourably and to realise what a horrible future awaits him if he continues in this manner. He also realises somewhere along the way that he has been blessed with the power to do good and to make a difference in someone else’s life.
It would appear that Dickens felt very strongly about the topic. His writing – which has all the vitality of a young energetic child – captures your attention and draws you in, entreating you to pause and take heed of that which really matters in life, before it is all too late. It is almost like he is saying “Listen reader, I know the spirit of Christmas lives in each and every one of you, now don’t let me down!”
A marvellous story, outshined only by the marvellous writing of it.