Mr Dickens

Dickens has bee a constant companion through my reading life… I wouldn’t say I am an expert, or know any of his stories well enough to be on Mastermind but I have read them again and again over the years, with the exception of a couple, ‘The Mystery of Edwin Drood’, and ‘Dombey and Son’. I also here confess that there are a couple I just have not been able to finish, ‘The Old Curiosity Shop’ and ‘A Tale of Two Cities’… I ought to remedy those admissions, oughtn’t I?

There have been some great film versions, particularly BBC productions; one of my all time favourite films is the 1946 black and white version of ‘Great Expectations’ with John Mills, Valerie Hobson, Alec Guinness, Bernard Miles and the incomparable Finlay Currie as Magwitch. I also love ‘The Muppet Christmas Carol’ – great songs, great acting!

My favourite? Well probably ‘Great Expectations’, although Bleak House is another favourite… and who could not be put on the edge of the seat by these opening paragraphs:

In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no
need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance,
with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark
bridge which is of iron, and London Bridge which is of stone, as an
autumn evening was closing in.

The figures in this boat were those of a strong man with ragged
grizzled hair and a sun-browned face, and a dark girl of nineteen or
twenty, sufficiently like him to be recognizable as his daughter.
The girl rowed, pulling a pair of sculls very easily; the man, with
the rudder-lines slack in his hands, and his hands loose in his
waistband, kept an eager look out. He had no net, hook, or line,
and he could not be a fisherman; his boat had no cushion for a
sitter, no paint, no inscription, no appliance beyond a rusty
boathook and a coil of rope, and he could not be a waterman; his
boat was too crazy and too small to take in cargo for delivery, and
he could not be a lighterman or river-carrier; there was no clue to
what he looked for, but he looked for something, with a most intent
and searching gaze. The tide, which had turned an hour before,
was running down, and his eyes watched every little race and eddy
in its broad sweep, as the boat made slight head-way against it, or
drove stern foremost before it, according as he directed his
daughter by a movement of his head. She watched his face as
earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look
there was a touch of dread or horror.

Allied to the bottom of the river rather than the surface, by reason
of the slime and ooze with which it was covered, and its sodden
state, this boat and the two figures in it obviously were doing
something that they often did, and were seeking what they often
sought. Half savage as the man showed, with no covering on his
matted head, with his brown arms bare to between the elbow and
the shoulder, with the loose knot of a looser kerchief lying low on
his bare breast in a wilderness of beard and whisker, with such
dress as he wore seeming to be made out of the mud that begrimed
his boat, still there was a business-like usage in his steady gaze.
So with every lithe action of the girl, with every turn of her wrist,
perhaps most of all with her look of dread or horror; they were
things of usage.

‘Keep her out, Lizzie. Tide runs strong here. Keep her well afore
the sweep of it.’

Trusting to the girl’s skill and making no use of the rudder, he eyed
the coming tide with an absorbed attention. So the girl eyed him.
But, it happened now, that a slant of light from the setting sun
glanced into the bottom of the boat, and, touching a rotten stain
there which bore some resemblance to the outline of a muffled
human form, coloured it as though with diluted blood. This caught
the girl’s eye, and she shivered.

Do you recognize it? ‘Our Mutual Friend’!

5 Comments

    1. Lois

      Isn’t it! It has everything, humour tension, scary bits, mystery, romance and wonderful descriptions of place!
      By the way, I love your name – OrganisedClutter… it sums up my house really!

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  1. Carl D'Agostino

    My third grade teacher read Great Expectations to us after lunch each day. Then we each made a 8 inch character from the story and made a huge mural. I got to make Pip. You may enjoy google “mrs dickens carldagostino”

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  2. Alice

    I do love Dickens. Blubbered my eyes out listening to A Tale of Two Cities in the car recently. Hard to choose a favorite–Copperfield and A Christmas Carol perhaps.

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