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Thursday 8 September 2016

A Tale of Two Cities (1859)

This afternoon I realised that despite having read A Tale of Two Cities in July, I hadn't posted about it. I'll share a few of my thoughts from what I scribbled down and what I remember because it does feel like such a long time ago.




This is one of Dickens' shorter works, which is one of the reasons I chose to read it; I wanted to add another Dickens novel to my rather short "read" list and the quicker, the better. The famous introduction makes for a rather vague beginning but a chapter or two later we are taken into a more "story-like" narrative. No doubt the oppositions in the introduction are continued through into the novel which generate many themes and features in the novel, some of which I'll explain in more detail individually.

There is no shortage of twins and look-alikes in the novel, which often construct oppositions in character, create a good-versus-evil dichotomy or simply to show 'what could have been' if the circumstances of one character had been different. A few examples include Carton resembling Darnay, Madame Defarge and Miss Pross who are not identical but rather put in opposition to each other, so that Mme Defarge eventually 'meets her match' and Lucie who gives birth to 'Little Lucie', while she is already the souvenir of her own mother, having inherited her blonde hair. The latter example and that of Cruncher (Jerry), whose son is his smaller and younger duplicate, remind us how similar people continue to exist through generations- being so exposed to certain traits and then the part of inheritance, it's no surprise. We also have the two Marquis, the aristocratic twin brothers who are both evil.

While one may argue that many of Dickens' protagonists are too simplified, being only good or only evil, this isn't necessarily wholly a bad thing because he successfully uses these characters to personify extreme vices or extreme virtues and these are only overlapped sparingly in a character. There is a clear distinction of what is good and bad in a person (even if it does sometimes feel somewhat too idealistic and narrow in its scope). Dickens details how the two Marquis are vile and how the aristocracy is corrupt and shallow. Also, Mme Defarge, though not of the upper classes, is calculating and sly. These evil characters are put in direct opposition to another host of characters, such as Lucie, who is the ultimate version of a perfect woman, beautiful, delicate, well-educated, never imposing and is able to react to each situation in the most perfect fashion. Mr Lorry is someone who is perfectly helpful at all times, despite his age; he is experienced, honest and simply wants to do his job quietly and keep the peace. Dr. Manette is consistently respected and respectable, being a character of dignity, with whom the reader sympathises. Any characters with more duality eventually lean closer to either vice or virtue based on their relationship with the nobler characters.

The opposition of youth and old age does not only come through the protagonists' descendants but also through Tellson's Bank, with the London branch being deeply rooted in tradition and being especially aged, dark and closed. In Paris, however, the Bank is youthful, fresh, artistic and open (not during the riots of course). In the end these oppositions come to show us the fluidity between the two, of good and evil, youth and age, justice and injustice. Despite the constant divisions we are exposed to the risks and the difficulties in having a worldview that is too black and white, that doesn't accept nuances, individuals and details.

I personally found this novel had an interesting and captivating engagement with the French Revolution. While it is something I have studied at university and it has cropped up several times in my life in passing, it never marked me in the same way Dickens managed to get me to think about it. He brought out the human side, the small details as well as the bigger picture, the values and the struggles. It is, of course, orchestrated with characters that do sometimes take the reality out of it, but nonetheless I found myself caring and being disgusted, feeling worried, relieved and even crying in the end. There was a constant desire for a happy ending and Dickens managed to fill my heart with enough hope and anxiety to make the ending particularly touching. I'm definitely glad I read this one as it felt so relevant, was equally enjoyable.

Thursday 1 September 2016

A Letter to the Sea (and Ocean)

Dear Sea,

I apologise.
I apologise for not coming to admire you often.
I apologise for my brief glances.
I apologise for looking down and away.

Your vastness intimidates me, though it is said to be calming.
I see that you are tranquil but I also know of your destruction.

I am ashamed to sit before you with the storm raging in my heart,
afraid that our Lord may choose to cleanse me off this Earth through you.

I seek false shelter amongst walls that isolate me.
I feel I do not deserve your company for I am so ignorant, so disconnected.
You are so open, gentle and majestic.
I know nothing and am overwhelmed by your knowledge.
I am nothing and am ashamed before you, impressed by your sanctity.

Your obedience is absolute.
You are tamed.

My heart is raging, wild.
My mind is split and confused.

They say to meditate the sea is worship.

I can hardly look at you;
you are too beautiful, sublime.

You host many nations, both in your bosom and on your surface.
You witness the harmony of nature and its cycles alongside the injustices and violence of men.
You are ever so patient, for mankind has wreaked havoc on you yet you still grant us the pleasure of witnessing so many sunrises and sunsets by your side, in peace.
You still remind us of beauty when all we offer if oppression.

Oh, why shouldn't we be ashamed?
How can I bring myself to touch you at your shores?
Am I not mocking your sanctity for mere minutes of play?
How can I watch such child's play when I need to tame my own storms and the violence in my heart?
How can I come to you in my current state, as filthy as I am?

Instead, I lock myself at home to think.
I stay amongst solid, city walls, walls of delusion, forgetting that perhaps the wisdom in gazing at you is to teach me how you are and how I ought to be.

How your gentle waves change the world silently and your storms and strength protect and defend valiantly.
How you never stop moving and how, perhaps, we don't move enough.
We don't consistently work towards our dreams.
We lose hope, we despair, we get distracted and we procrastinate.
You, you gracefully continue fulfilling your purpose all day and all night.
You teach us to press on.

You teach us to trust,
for if you can exist in harmony despite your immense scale the diverse nations you accommodate,
so can we.
If only we trust as you trust.

You teach us to not be afraid.
To not be afraid to show our passion and inner fire,
but to be graceful nonetheless-
to never be repulsive and repugnant.

You teach us to stay pure,
by cleansing ourselves of the filth we are burdened with regularly-
to be pure enough to be of those who sanctify our path and not tarnish it.

Perhaps when I am more like you I will come and sit by your side. But until then, I will gaze at photos and videos, building up the character and courage you deserve in a companion, and keep remembering you amongst these city walls.

With love,

your small-town admirer