To
borrow a phrase from one of the author’s other books, “It was the best of
times, it was the worst of times.” I’m
talking about the 1840’s in the early years of what is now recalled, usually
through rose colored glasses, as the Victorian
Era. Britain mastered the world
unchallenged since the final defeat of Napoleon
more than 20 years before. It
presided over a world girdling Empire whose
riches and treasures were pouring into the country. It was ground zero of the industrial revolution, production of
every sort of goods was on the upswing, and innovation was making consumer
goods cheaper.
The
already very wealthy got wealthier. So
did a limited number of clever commoners.
A middle class, serving the needs of government and corporations, was
growing.
But
in the countryside tenant farmers were being evicted to make way for sheep to
feed the humming textile mills. Skilled
weavers and other tradesmen found themselves replaced by whirring machines and
plunged into poverty. The displaced made
their way with little hope to the teaming cities where they were crammed into
unspeakable slums. There was little
chance for work for many of them and they could be—and were—disposed of
immediately if they complained about 12 hour days or starvation wages. Many turned desperately to begging, petty crime, and of course prostitution
and vice of every sort. In London
tens of thousands of children lived by their wits on the street.
All
of these poor folks were considered dangerous, useless burdens who deserved
their fate because of a lack of moral fiber, natural indolence and sloth. If the Crown
had given up on public hangings
of 12 year old pickpockets, it was
only because there was a whole continent—Australia—to
populate with transported prisoners.
Otherwise the jails, workhouses, and cemeteries were filled.
Characteristic
of prevailing attitudes was what would happen in Ireland just a handful of years later. When the potato
crop that fed the peasantry
failed, British authorities steadfastly refused relief while hundreds of
thousands died because charity would “undermine the moral fiber of recipients and
sap them of the will to work.” Sound
sort of familiar?
Anyway,
this is the England that a
successful 31 year old writer named Charles
Dickens found himself in. Once a
child of the comfortably middle class when his father failed and was jailed for
debt young Charles had been forced to leave his beloved studies and go to work
in a shoe blacking factory at age 14. The experience scarred him deeply and
affected his whole world view.
After
achieving fame and some level of modest comfort for his serialized novels, The
Pickwick Papers and Oliver
Twist, Dickens decided to employ his fame to decry the condition and treatment
of the poor, with which he was all too familiar. After a tour of the Cornish mines which employed child laborers in dangerous
conditions, and visiting a London Ragged School for street urchins, He planned to pen a pamphlet to be called
An
Appeal to the People of England, on
behalf of the Poor Man’s Child. But finding an audience at a speech in Manchester covering the gist of his
planned opus was bored and unresponsive, Dickens abruptly changed his
plans. He would recast the appeal as a
fictional story.
Thus A Christmas Carol was born. The author hastily scribbled the manuscript
in just six weeks, barely finishing in early December 1843 in time to rush the
manuscript to publication.
In setting his fictional appeal at Christmas, Dickens was being doubly
counter-cultural. It seems that the
holiday, once the happiest of seasons, had fallen into disrepute and was in
actual danger of being officially abolished from the calendar—for the second
time.
Christmastide had once been a popular event, the official occasion of Christ’s supposed birthday folded into
ancient traditions from both Druidic
and Roman times marked with singing,
dancing, general merry making, drinking and a sort of social-turn-the-tables in
which masters and servants switched places for at least a day. Oliver
Cromwell and the scandalized Puritans
put an end to that. They outlawed the
holiday and imposed draconian punishment on those discovered trying to
celebrate, even in the privacy of their own homes.
Although the Restoration
had put the religious celebration back on the calendar, its association with Popery—it was after all Christ’s Mass—discouraged celebration
by “loyal” Anglicans and most Protestant Dissenters. Over the years many customs vanished or were
marginalized—the hanging of greens, country
dancing, and caroling. In fact the words for many traditional
carols were lost until a fad for folklore began resurrecting them in the early 19th Century. Christmas Day was generally considered a
work day. Factories and shops were
mostly open, as were government offices and courts.
After seeing some backsliding on Christmas
celebrations—Queen Victoria’s new
husband Albert, a Christmas loving German princeling, had erected a Christmas Tree at the Palace and the fashionable were taking
up the custom—conservative Protestant leaders energized by new round popular evangelism and hostility to Catholics—were once again agitating for
the holiday to be officially abolished.
Dickens himself was an apostate Anglican with no
interest in the religious observation of the Nativity, which had caused the final alienation of his tenuous ties
to his family. He was at this point in
his life associating and worshiping with Unitarians,
the most radical of all of the Dissenting sects who rejected both the divinity of Christ and miracles like those in the Christmas
story as distractions from “pure” Christianity.
He was however, influenced by the stirring of
nostalgia for old time Christmas celebrations which seemed to him to be both
more egalitarian and warmer in human
sympathy. Christmas had played a key
part in his first success, The Pickwick
Papers
in which Mr.
Wardle relates the tale of Gabriel Grub, a lonely and
mean-spirited sexton, who undergoes
a Christmas conversion after being visited by goblins who show him the past and future—obviously a seed for his
new story.
Without the trapping of religious conversion on which to hang
is tale of personal and social redemption, Dickens fell back on elements of spiritualism, which was widely popular,
especially in the middle classes at the time and even imbued with some pseudo scientific justification. Not that Dickens personally believed in
communication with the dead, but in the spirit of old time fairy tales, the kind with pointed morals, he was quite willing to employ them as literary devises.
Thus was born a Christmas ghost story, as frightening in some
parts as any fashionable gothic novel.
But the terror came less from the spirits—despite Jacob Marley’s groans and chains and the fearsome, black, and
silent Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come—the
familiar specter of Death as
depicted since the time of the great Plague—than
from the poverty of the Cratchits and
their bleak prospects, the alienation of family and love, and the hardening of
a miserly heart.
Redemption is accomplished when Scrooge is re-united with his own humanity.
With, you should pardon the expression, great expectations,
Dickens arranged to have an edition printed at his own expense taking as
payment from the publisher, Chapman
& Hall a percentage of sales rather than the customary lump sum. He commissioned original engravings for a
fine edition, including some tinted in color, to be bound in leather and gilt
edged. He quarreled with the publisher
and the book had to be re-made with new end-papers and cover to meet Dickens’s
exacting specifications, delaying publication to within days of the
holiday. All of this cut deeply into the
profits the author hoped to earn to support his young wife.
But the book was finally published on December 19, 1843 and
was an immediate popular and critical success.
The first edition sold out almost immediately and seven more were
printed the same year. Pirates soon had
cheap paper editions out, which the ever vigilant Dickens fought with law suit
after law suit. He authorized a stage
version which premiered in February 1844.
Six other unauthorized productions were soon playing simultaneously in
London.
America, except for a handful of fans, was at first cool to
the book, largely because the young nation felt insulted by Dickens’s account
of his first tour there a year before.
Christmas, especially in New
England, was still suspect in much of the country. But over the next decades that would
change. One after another Christmas
traditions were introduced and spread.
By the time Dickens returned for a post Civil War tour, both he and the book were beloved.
The little book was always Dickens personal favorite. He staged his first public reading with it in 1858.
Such readings were a principle income for him for the next decades. His last reading, in ill health on March
15.1870 in London, was a final sharing of A
Christmas Carol. He died in the
manor home in Kent which his literary work had earned him, on
June 8, 1870 at the age of only 58.
A Christmas Carol
has never gone out of print. It is
perennially popular on both sides of the Atlantic
and was perhaps the main engine of Christmas becoming a popular,
sentimental, and family holiday all over the English speaking world.
In addition to countless stage productions there have been at
least 28 film versions for either theatrical or television release, the first in 1901. Alistair
Sym in the title role of Scrooge in 1951 is thought by many
to be the definitive version. Other
notable versions include those with Reginald
Owen in 1938, Albert Finney in a
1970 musical, George C. Scott and Patrick Stewart in two notable TV
versions, and the horrible Disney disaster
with Jim Carey in 2003.
There have been multiple musical versions, three operas,
notable radio broadcasts—especially one with Lionel Barrymore—and several animated versions. In addition there have been parodies, and
just about every TV sitcom that lasts a few seasons eventually does an episode
in which a principle character is visited by Christmas ghost.
Yes, A Christmas Carol,
that odd seasonal tale devoid of both traditional religion on one hand and Santa Claus, magical animals, or elves on the other, maintains
a grip on our imagination after all these years. Maybe because it speaks to the real spirit of
the holiday better than any other tale.
Hi, Patrick. What a wonderful article about Dickens' book A Christmas Carol. It's one of my favourite stories. (My favourite screen version was the black and white film with Alistair Sim.) I agree with you that the story speaks to the real spirit of this holiday season. If only it were the case in real life that a visit by the three ghosts would get miserly, mean-hearted souls to rethink and amend their ways. Mind you, I guess if that were the case, the three ghosts would be very busy visiting a lot of politicians and decision makers over this season.
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