I am not a huge fan of Charles Dickens. More to the point,
I have disliked his work immensely. Pardon me if that sounds too blunt, but that's the truth of it...
I recently watched the new PBS production of 'Great Expectations' on Masterpiece Classic
and my viewpoint has changed quite for the better. Did any of you catch it? Superb, don't you think,
on so many levels.
Gillian Anderson (from X-Files) plays the forlorn role of Miss Havisham...so delightfully creepy...
and the engaging Douglas Booth plays Pip, who "had come into great expectations
from a mysterious patron," and journeys to London where his hopes of becoming an English gentleman
seem to come true...
~ photo courtesy of PBS.org ~
The entire production (for me) was about the first perception of self as deficient...defined by what
one lacks, or is without...and as a result, subject to desire and all its complications, including guilt.
I have been thinking a whole lot about great expectations since then...
Here is a quote from Pip that I especially like: "That was a memorable day to me, for it made great
changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and
think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment
of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you,
but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day."
Who would have dreamed that Mr. Dickens could set such a spark? Not I.
As it happens, hours of (beadiful) knitting are very conducive to this sort of introspection.
I think I owe dear ole Mr. Dickens an apology.