Medan dessa ord talades, skred de ut genom väggen och stod nu på en öppen landsväg som slingrade sig fram mellan åkerfält. Staden var försvunnen; och inget spår syntes av den. Även mörkret och dimman var försvunna, eftersom det var en klar, kall vinterdag, och på marken låg snö. — Ack, min Gud! sa Scrooge och slog ihop händerna, när han såg sig omkring. Här är jag född; här tillbringade jag mina barnaår! Anden betraktade honom milt leende. Den gamla mannen tycktes ännu känna vidrörandet av hans hand, så lätt det än varit. Tusen dofter tycktes simma i luften, och tusen tankar, tusen länge sedan bortglömda förhoppningar, fröjder och bekymmer förenade sig med dem. — Dina läppar darrar, sade anden. Och vad har du där på din kind? Ebenezer Scrooge avskyr julen och allt som den innebär — glädje, givmildhet och gemenskap. Han vägrar äta julmiddag med sin systerson och att ge pengar till de fattiga. På julaftonsnatten besöks han av sin avlidne kompanjon Marleys spöke, som varnar Scrooge för att han kan dömas till eviga plågor om han inte blir mer osjälvisk. Scrooge är inte övertygad, men kanske kan ett möte med den förflutna julens ande få honom att ändra sig? Motvilligt följer Scrooge med på en magisk resa för att återuppleva jular från en svunnen tid. Detta är andra strofen av fyra ur en av världslitteraturens mest älskade berättelser som vi ständigt återkommer till i juletid — Charles Dickens klassiska En julsaga.
Charles John Huffam Dickens (1812-1870) was a writer and social critic who created some of the world's best-known fictional characters and is regarded as the greatest novelist of the Victorian era. His works enjoyed unprecedented popularity during his lifetime, and by the twentieth century critics and scholars had recognised him as a literary genius. His novels and short stories enjoy lasting popularity.
Dickens left school to work in a factory when his father was incarcerated in a debtors' prison. Despite his lack of formal education, he edited a weekly journal for 20 years, wrote 15 novels, five novellas, hundreds of short stories and non-fiction articles, lectured and performed extensively, was an indefatigable letter writer, and campaigned vigorously for children's rights, education, and other social reforms.
Dickens was regarded as the literary colossus of his age. His 1843 novella, A Christmas Carol, remains popular and continues to inspire adaptations in every artistic genre. Oliver Twist and Great Expectations are also frequently adapted, and, like many of his novels, evoke images of early Victorian London. His 1859 novel, A Tale of Two Cities, set in London and Paris, is his best-known work of historical fiction. Dickens's creative genius has been praised by fellow writers—from Leo Tolstoy to George Orwell and G. K. Chesterton—for its realism, comedy, prose style, unique characterisations, and social criticism. On the other hand, Oscar Wilde, Henry James, and Virginia Woolf complained of a lack of psychological depth, loose writing, and a vein of saccharine sentimentalism. The term Dickensian is used to describe something that is reminiscent of Dickens and his writings, such as poor social conditions or comically repulsive characters.
On 8 June 1870, Dickens suffered another stroke at his home after a full day's work on Edwin Drood. He never regained consciousness, and the next day he died at Gad's Hill Place. Contrary to his wish to be buried at Rochester Cathedral "in an inexpensive, unostentatious, and strictly private manner," he was laid to rest in the Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey. A printed epitaph circulated at the time of the funeral reads: "To the Memory of Charles Dickens (England's most popular author) who died at his residence, Higham, near Rochester, Kent, 9 June 1870, aged 58 years. He was a sympathiser with the poor, the suffering, and the oppressed; and by his death, one of England's greatest writers is lost to the world." His last words were: "On the ground", in response to his sister-in-law Georgina's request that he lie down.
It has sometimes been said that one regrets less the evil that one has done in one’s life than the good that one didn’t do. There is perhaps no better example of this in literature than Scrooge’s visit from the ghost of Christmas past.
3,5 stjärnor. Tyckte om den här novellen, den var välskriven och lagom lång. Någon gång ska jag försöka läsa hela "En julsaga" kanske blir det nästa år vi får se.
Första strofen fann jag i förra årets adventskalender från Novellix och i år fick jag läsa andra strofen. Den är bra, men jag känner att jag tappar bort mig lite emellanåt i meningarna och växlingarna…
I have read the whole story in the past, so this was my second time reading this part. I like it still, but it feels weird to only have a sliver of the whole.