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How many times have I seen a version of A Christmas Carol Probably too many times to count, but I can try A stage version at least half a dozen times The Disney version with Scrooge McDuck The Disney version with Jim Carrey A Muppet Christmas Carol Scrooged with Bill Murray Probably that I am forgettingFinally, I have taken it upon myself to read the source material Did I like it Two words BAH, HUMBUG In Dickens ese that means I did I have enjoyed pretty much every adaptation I have seen and, in general, they seem very close to the original story So, I have no complaints One thing you will find with the book is that each ghost has one or two scenes that they show Scrooge It seems like adapters of the book have generally agreed on which stories to leave out as I don t think I was familiar with any of the new tales.Do you love Christmas stories Classics Adaptations of this story I am not saying you should read this, I am saying you pretty much have to #Read Kindle ⚛ A Christmas Carol ⚺ A Christmas Carol Is A Novella By English Author Charles Dickens It Was First Published By Chapman Hall On December Carol Tells The Story Of A Bitter Old Miser Named Ebenezer Scrooge And His Transformation Resulting From A Supernatural Visit By The Ghost Of His Former Business Partner Jacob Marley And The Ghosts Of Christmases Past, Present And Yet To Come The Novella Met With Instant Success And Critical Acclaim The Book Was Written And Published In Early Victorian Era Britain, A Period When There Was Strong Nostalgia For Old Christmas Traditions Together With The Introduction Of New Customs, Such As Christmas Trees And Greeting Cards Dickens Sources For The Tale Appear To Be Many And Varied, But Are, Principally, The Humiliating Experiences Of His Childhood, His Sympathy For The Poor, And Various Christmas Stories And Fairy Tales A Christmas Carol, Charles DickensA Christmas Carol in Prose, Being a Ghost Story of Christmas, commonly known as A Christmas Carol, is a novella by Charles Dickens, first published in London by Chapman Hall in 1843 A Christmas Carol tells the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, an old miser who is visited by the ghost of his former business partner Jacob Marley and the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come 1974 1334 100 19 1375 64 9646003141 1392 1394 9789646742512 57 1375 1376 83 1376 32 9646225144 1378 174 9644365720 1392 1397 148 9789640816318 1375 111 1381 93 964305201 1394 138 9789642132966 1395 47 9786003593879 1396 152 9786007216231 1396 47 9786008299523 1396 174 9786002532862 1396 52 9789642886975 1398 82 9786226210799 1398 80 9786009868711 1334 100 Ebenezer Scrooge, the very definition of grumpy miserliness, gets a second chance at figuring out what s really important in life, with the help of some ghosts who give him an unforgettable version of This is Your Life This may not be a perfect piece of literature there are a few places where Dickens goes off on tangential lines of thought that I thought would have been better left out but you know, it s actually amazing and really touching, the influence this classic novella has had on our culture I have to give it props for that, and that s what bumps my rating from 4 stars to 5.If you re interested in a brief glossary of some of the Victorian terms that aren t familiar to us nowadays, I found a very useful set of annotations online at along with some brief commentary from someone who clearly loves this story I found this when I went on a search to figure out what Treadmills had to do with England s treatment of the poor It was very instructive God bless us every one This was a reread for me and it needs no introduction The perfect read at Christmas time and I love it im usually not a seasonal reader, but this year i tried to make an effort to read a couple of holiday themed books and im so glad i saved this for last i grew up very familiar with the story ofa christmas carolvia multiple adaptations shoutout to the flintstones version from my childhood , but i cant believe i never read the actual book itself dickens is such a well known author, so its difficult to not critique this as i normally would with a book but i think the message of this story is so important and should be the focus of this review i personally know how easy it is to get caught up in the hustle and bustle and materialism and stress that can surround the holiday season we fixate so much on sales and good deals and buying things to make us happy, that we can forget a loving word or spending quality time with those we care about are really what should be a priority we should remember that kindness is the best gift we can give so let us follow scrooges eventual example, when he saysi will honour christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year,and allow the christmas spirit be something we not only feel this time of year, but always happy holidays and best wishes to all my fellow bookworms 3 4 stars REREADING IN 2017 BUT I REPEAT EVERYTHING BELOW TO MY UN SCROOGY FRIENDS I wish a most UN SCROOGY Christmas to all my GR Friends With lots of MerrimentChristmas LoveGenerous and very Christmasy GiftsCopious and Delicious FoodNot too much drinkingChristmas GamesAnother watch of The NutcrackerAnd of courseFascinating and Beautiful BooksAnd to remember what Scrooge learntI will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future It has been a decade since I last read this classic, so I decided to look at it again, taking note of what I have forgotten or imperfectly remembered and also garnering any new insights my older and I hope wiser self could now find within it.But first, I decided to do a little research, and discovered the great irony underlying the book s creation how this tale that warns against miserliness was born because of Dickens acute need for money, and how its publication resulted in a dispute about the distribution of profits Dickens was already famous in 1843, but the sales of the recent installments of Martin Chuzzlewit were less than half of what he had received for the individual numbers of his previous novels His publishers Chapman and Hall were so alarmed that they invoked a clause in Dickens contract which demanded that they be reimbursed for the printing cost of the Chuzzlewit installments Dickens was alarmed too, but also hurt, offendedand worried A large mortgage payment would soon be due, and his wife had just given birth to their fifth child Still, he was convinced that his idea for a yuletide novella would yield an ample return and make up for the Chuzzlewit deficit He financed the sumptuous edition of A Christmas Carol himself colored plates, colored title page, gilt embossed front cover, gilt edged pages, etc and insisted that the price not exceed the sum of 5 shillings still expensive one third of Cratchit s weekly salary Dickens waited eagerly for the money to roll in, but, although the sales were indeed phenomenal, Dickens gained little money from them Although the cost of producing the elegant volume must have cut deeply into the profits, Dickens was convinced Chapman and Hall were cheating him and he refused to do business with them for the next fifteen years But enough of money matters, for now What follows are a few random observations on this, the latest of my many readings.1 How thoroughly Marley s Ghost is surrounded by iron objects doorknocker large Victorian doorknockers were typically iron , iron door nails, iron coffin nails, iron chain and iron metal strong box Helps us see what hard, unrelenting old sinners Marley and his partner really are.2 In addition to being hard of heart, Scrooge is a man with a deliberate philosophy of self exoneration It consists of two principles 1 taxpayers fund the poor houses and prisons, thereby discharging in full their obligation to all of their fellow human beings, and 2 death by starvation, although it may seem regrettable, is actually a positive good as proven by science because Malthus , and relieves the rest of us of the burden of a surplus population This philosophy is the shield that protects Scrooge from feeling the pains of sympathy and compassion.3 The first emotion produced in Scrooge by the Ghost of Christmas Past is sadness at this own boyhood loneliness, but the second emotion is his joy in the books that consoled him and helped him empathize with others The Arabian Nights, the old romances Valentine and Orson , and realistic fiction Robinson Crusoe In Ebenezer s coming transformation, the sadness and its memory are of course necessary, but no necessary than this joy.4 At Fezziwig s Christmas party, the guest list is inclusive the family and the clerks of course, but also the housemaid, the baker, the cook, the milkman, and a boy and a girl from down the street whom the Fezziwigs fear are mistreated by their masters and mistresses Scrooge s defense of his employer Fezziwig s little party which may only have cost a few pounds is even eloquent than I remembered He has the power to render us happy or unhappy to make our service light or burdensome a pleasure or a toil Say that his power lies in words and looks in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count them up what then The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortuneIf I were dictator, I would compel our 21st century employers to listen to the above words at least four times a year Exception employers who, in order to increase the volume of key strokes, forbid all family photographs and personal items in their data entry cubicles No, those guys should have to listen to the above passage on a loop, eight hours a day, for the rest of their lives 5 In my favorite movie version, the Alastair Sim Scrooge 1951 , Ebenezer sees his former fiance as an old woman still beautiful of course nursing the sick and dying in the shadowy corners of the poorhouse It is moving, certainly, but how much effective and crueler is the Dicken s original There, Scrooge sees his former love happy in the recent past, a contented wife and mother surrounded by a whirlwind of children 6 In the past I have viewed the temporal structure of the tale ghost past, ghost present, ghost future as an effective but obvious device But the I think about it, the profound it seems, psychologically and spiritually This, after all, is the pattern of every true conversion, the manner in which we grow in sympathy toward our fellow human beings we reflect upon the emotionally charged sense impressions of the past, observe their consequences for good or ill manifested in the present, and then on the basis of these observations we make a decision to act in a new way, a way which draws us grow closer to love Certainly St Augustine would have understood, for it was how he envisioned the Trinity, as a model of love in action memory, understanding, and will.Oh, speaking of how painful memories can inspire a person to action, I forgot to tell you the rest of the story about A Christmas Carol and money Another factor that reduced Dickens yuletide revenue stream was a cut rate bit of plagiarism issued two weeks after Carol by Parley s Illustrated Library called A Christmas Ghost Story Parley s claimed they owed Dickens nothing because what they had published was not a piracy, but an analytical condensation of the tale, and, in addition, they had improved upon the original For example, in their version, Tiny Tim sings a song about a little child freezing in the snow Dickens sued and won, but Parley s went bankrupt, and instead of gaining any money from his legal ordeal, Dickens was forced to pay 700 pounds in court costs.Now, here comes the good news This painful experience so disillusioned Dickens with English civil law that he used it as his inspiration ten years later for what is arguably his finest, most mature creation, the masterpiece Bleak House So I guess Dickens gained something from the experience after all.On that high note, I will leave you And God bless us, everyone What a fantastic story How terrible it was to be poor in the Victorian Era Dickens was a humanitarian and saw first hand the poverty in the streets of London The starving urchins trying to steal an apple or a handkerchief The void between the rich and the poor This story, like Oliver Twist in my opinion is a masterpiece.The musicals are just, brilliant Christmas is coming, we know its nearEvenings are darker, the cold weather is hereWill there be snow The sky is whiteOr have they been Chem Trailing All through the night Corporations love it Consume, buy, consume, buyTemptation, pretty colours, prices way too highWe know we can t afford it, so credit cards we useWhen ones child is surrounded by all these things, how could one refuse More and credit, people just don t seeIt s all a lure, to take your hard earned money The bank is in the red, cards no credit leftSpending money we have not got, it is all akin to theftWhen the party is over, it is a New YearReality hits home, and many are filled with fearAll the booze has gone, the cakes and turkey tooEverything purchased, has been used or consumedNot a pot to piss in, just a huge vacuumHung over, depressed, lots of work to do, back to the mundaneWas it ever worth it We all must be insaneNot the CEO s though, happy they areTheir bank accounts are bursting, and probably have a new expensive carThe rest of us sadly, continue as beforeA working persons life, is really a choreUp early, commute, and work all bloody dayObey a boss, yes sir no sir, everything is OKRepeat it day in day out, for a pittance of payRepetition, repetition, its like Ground Hog DayWe pay our taxes, National Insurance too, Why Yet when we need benefits, or an operation, no matter how we tryWe never tick their boxes, computer says no One is talking to a human but, they never showAny compassion, empathy or emotion, no semblance of careThey are only doing their job, and the box has no tick in thereOne does not tick the box, one has no chanceNo matter whatsoever, one s circumstanceComputer says no, the Beast see s no profit, even though one s contributions were paid inThat s the Corporations, corpses, bleeding us dry, we are drowningNHS has no money, it is failing fast, what a damn cheek No money in the NHS yet, footballers earn 250,000 a week A crazy world we live in, it s all inverted and upside downCould have had a crazy woman as US president but, ended up with a ClownAll these Elites are crazy, and not there for usWhen the shit hits the fan, we will be under the busThese people are all part of a secret cliqueAnd we are not invited, as we are weakWe work through the Week DaysLike in a field, a sheep, that never straysAnd come the Weekend, we are weakened, and need a restSunday is the sabbath, relax, cos Mon one is needed to be at their bestFor one has to pay their taxes, their debts tooIt s a never ending cycle, insane, loopy looPerpetual debt, slavery, stocks and bonds, assets frozen and BankstersLiquidation, cash flow, currency, CEO s are WankersMost of one s earnings taken, and sucked in by the BeastWe will eat budget foods while CEO s feastMoney is our bondage, this paper we crave, we are simply debt SlavesMaritime Law, Piracy Of The High Seas, and Britannia Rules The Waves By Leo.Remember this one growing up NostalgiaChristmas is coming, the goose is getting fatPlease put a penny in the old mans hatIf you have not a penny, a halfpenny will doIf have you not a halfpenny, then God bless youA pleasant nursery rhyme OrChristmas is coming, the rich are getting fatDevoured everything, and that is thatTaken all the money, everything else tooAnd absolutely nothing left, for me and you 0Let s enjoy our festivities and forget about the rich and their ilkLet them wear their designer clothes and enjoy their sheets of silkLet indulge on the meat, puddings, port, whiskey and wineChoke on the gristle, whilst they dineLet them smoke their cigars, eat all the candy and nutsFill their veins with cholesterol and burst their gutsFatten their bellies, and pickle their liverJust that thought, gets me all of a quiverSo here is a greeting, with joy and cheerAs we welcome in, another New Year Merry Christmas to everybody on Goodreads, happy holidays Happy New Year So Christmas is over, for another yearIt has been a good 2017 on Goodreads, all cheer Many new authors, and books galoreFor all tastes and ages, all what readers adoreLet s start 2018 with a new story, leave 2017 behindLet s not forget the books we read though, we have expanded the mind Are the authorities any better now Back then people knew their place Now not so much I have had experiences with these, authorities Here is a little rant How does one deal with a neighbour from hell Email the council, wait for them to give one a bellAnd wait, and wait, and wait some But the call does not come, so try once Has to be email, for recorded message, and number to pressThe option one requires is not available, what a complete messThis system, automated, no reason or rhymeJust go around in circles, all the bloody timeNothing ever gets done, this system, this beastNo empathy, no concern, not in the leastAll one gets is nonsense eventually, when they callWe are all just a number, this system is so cruelA case spanning ten years, and still no hopeThe authorities do nothing, and I just cannot copeThe neighbour s behavior escalates, yet nobody will interveneSince the day he moved in, it is all it has ever beenHoarding rubbish, rats, mice, and fliesCalling the Police on us, and telling them liesHis deviant behavior, his antics, disgusting to seeLeaning up against my front door, and having a peeAll over the cat flap, sodden and wetContaminating, Archimedes, my beautiful pet My neighbour is vindictive, cunning, never sleepsStands naked in his window, and gives my girl the creepsThis man, this creep, who has ruined our lives, such painI have had numerous breakdowns, he is making me insaneYet still, nothing, nothing is done, we are stunnedHe goes about his life, yet we are shunnedWhat is this system We mean nothing, only heAnd we have ploughed everything we have, into our propertyBought it from the council fifteen years agoSince that time, neighbours, to and froWe have had drunkards, criminals, drug addicts, and now thisWe feel the council took our money, now they are taking the piss Another neighbour complained, saw him warts and allAs she was walking with her child, towards the schoolOne hundred yards from our front doorAnd he plays up downstairs, Porn, Hardcore We hear it frequently, and the authorities were toldDating back years, yet we are left out in the coldFinally this man has been arrested, the neighbour called the law, such luckYet we have been telling them this for years, OMG WTF So they took him away, and it put us at ease, he has gone the creepMaybe tonight, we will finally get some good earned sleepHowever, to our dismay, the Police brought him back, he is downstairs nowI have this horrible feeling, something is not right somehowThis man clearly needs supervision, yet here he isMy brain is all scatty, I am all in a tizI don t quite get, what the hell is going onHow we have to put up with this phenomenonHe called the Police on us for apparently bullying him, for our concerns for his welfareAnd at midnight that same day, we had quite a scareTwo police officers banging on our door, in the late nightNo concern for our welfare, gave us quite a frightEnter our property, cos he feels victimized, OMG We have had this for a decade, yet get woken by PC PlodSo this is one of many issues causing my soul to breakMy girl has enough to deal with, for goodness sakeHaving to deal with this, being flashed as she leaves for work in the morning, it is wrongStepping over rubbish bags, and him leering, his stench, his pongHe does not wash, or clean, or tidy, or careAbout his appearance, or when people stareHe seems to like it, an audience, the Police knowYet they still have not spoken to us, no showI really am at the end of my tether, this is too much to takeI am sitting here in my lounge, on edge, wide awakeThis is when my brain cells are on fire, I supposeWhen I am empty, and forlorn, I pen my proseThe words they flow, like a river racingLike a cheetah, on the hunt, pacingMy head feels like it is going to blowSo I suppress it, this feeling of sorrowIt is a crazy world, in which we liveNobody ever, ever, seems to giveAn ounce of compassion, no feeling, no heartA system that is totally falling apartIt is time we woke up and realised thusThat the authorities are simply, not there for usNobody cares, about you, or about meOnly what the celebrities, are doing on TVWhich team won the weekend Who scored Which player OMG I am still smarting about PC Plod All is quiet at present, hope it stays that way, stillMy girl gets up at six, and walking by his front door makes her feel illMy girl will sleep alone tonight, my insomnia is back, I am wired, it will seemSo I will sit here, silent, hoping for a snooze, and welcome a dream By LeoI wonder what Dickens would make of the Rich Quarter in London today The mind boggles.