[WARNING: This contains
MAJOR spoilers]
Hello Friend, I’m back with another post! This time it’s
gonna be an amazing blend of history and one of the greatest books to have been
penned by human hands—A Tale of Two Cities! A Tale of Two Cities is one of my
absolute, undisputed favourites, and with good reason—I love anything and
everything to do with History. I know I began this post really cheerfully, but
this book is actually extremely gritty, dark, and bloody—like really bloody. No one has captured the
essence and spirit of the French Revolution as accurately as Charles Dickens.
Charles Dickens is one of my favourite authors, although his books are always
extremely sad [and they end up making me cry more often than not]. They’re
still incredibly well-written, and I love how he always writes about the
down-trodden masses, their hopes, their aspirations, their dreams. A Tale of Two Cities is set in London and
Paris before and during the Revolution, and narrates the story of the French
Doctor Manette, his 18-year-long imprisonment in the Bastille in Paris, and his
release to live in London with his daughter Lucie, whom he’d never met [yes,
the poor, blameless man was imprisoned before he had a chance to set eyes on
his daughter. Give me the tissues]. It’s an intense book—psychologically as
well as emotionally—and my favourite character is Sydney Carton, a quick-minded
but depressed and unambitious English barrister. When I was little, I didn’t
like Sydney much—don’t ask me to explain—but I absolutely love him now. As a character, mind you. Of course, he’s a
great person as well, but he has a propensity for self-harm and, in spite of
being the most intelligent and resourceful character by far, has absolutely no
ambition. He’s got a lot of shades to him, which is really interesting! …
Anyway, why don’t I just get on with the story.
Book the First:
Recalled to Life
Dickens sums up the entire book in his famous opening: “It
was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it
was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of
incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was
the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us,
we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going
direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period,
that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received , for good
or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” So, basically, an
age of extreme contradictions. Can totally relate. In 1775, a man flags down the nightly
mail-coach on its route from London to Dover. The man is Jerry Cruncher, an
employee of Tellson’s Bank in London; he has a message for Mr Jarvis Lorry, a
passenger and one of the bank’s managers. Lorry peruses the letter awhile, then
sends Cruncher back to the bank with this cryptic message: “Recalled to Life.”
[Hence the title]. The message refers to Alexander Manette, a French physician
who has been released from the Bastille after nearly two decades’ confinement.
Lorry is visibly worried for the rest of the journey. Once he reaches Dover, he
hastens to meet with Dr. Manette’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Lucie, and her
governess and caretaker, Miss Pross. Lucie, who has never met her father and
believed him to have died eighteen years ago, trembles at the news that he is
alive; she swoons. When she is revived, Lorry takes her to France to reunite
with her father. [I took to Lucie immediately. Such an unassuming, sweet
creature; she’s also strong in a quiet way, though Dickens never developed her
as much as he should have.]
In the dingy Paris neighbourhood of Saint Antoine [the seat
of the French Revolution], Dr.Manette has been given lodgings by his former
servant Ernest Defarge and his wife Therese [they now own a wine shop]. Lorry
and Lucie find him in a tiny garret, where he spends most of his time making
shoes in an effort to cope with the debilitating effects of the Bastille on his
mental health. He learned this skill in prison. He does not recognise Lucie at
first, but eventually it dawns on him that she must be his daughter; she has
her mother’s large, candid blue eyes and long, smooth golden hair. He had a
strand of her mother’s hair when he was imprisoned. After a bittersweet re-union
between father and child, Lorry and Lucie take him back to England; it’s not
safe for him to stay in France any longer. He’s already pretty much gone to
pieces [of course he has. Wouldn’t everyone?]. The First Book ends here.
Book the Second: The
Golden Thread
In 1780, French immigrant Charles Darnay is on trial for
treason against the British Crown. The key witnesses against him are two
English officers, John Barsad [I really dislike him] and Roger Cly [nope, don’t
have an opinion on this one]. Both these idiots claim that they could swear
that Darnay has been passing on information about the British troops in North
America to the French. Mr Stryver, an ambitious, unintelligent, pompous and
self-satisfied upstart has been grilling those two witnesses relentlessly;
meanwhile, Darnay’s other barrister, Sydney Carton, has remained silent, almost
aloof, from the proceedings. Carton scrawls something on a piece of paper and
wordlessly hands it to Stryver, whereupon Stryver draws Barsad and Cly’s
attention to the uncanny physical resemblance between Carton and Darnay. The
two witnesses have to admit that the two men look almost identical; therefore,
their accounts cannot be relied on. With no other witnesses to prove that the
allegations are true, Darnay is acquitted.
In Paris, the cruel and abusive Marquis St.Evrémondé
charges through the streets in his ridiculously fast carriage, hitting
and killing the child of a poor man called Gaspard in Saint Antoine. Rather
than apologising or displaying any remorse, the irritated Marquis throws a coin
at the vengeful Gaspard. Defarge, having witnessed the entire incident, comes
forward to comfort Gaspard, stating that the child would probably have died of
starvation anyway. This “piece of wisdom” pleases that monstrous Marquis
greatly, and he throws a coin to Defarge, too. As the carriage rattles on, a
coin hurtles through the window and hits the Marquis’ forehead. Arriving at his
country mansion, the Marquis greets his nephew and heir, Darnay [yeah, you’re
probably thinking “Darnay?!?!”]. The young man is completely disgusted with his
aristocratic family, which is why he has dropped the surname of “Evrémondé” and adopted an anglicised version
of his mother’s maiden name, D’Aulnais. The Marquis voices his philosophy of
aristocratic superiority: “Repression is the only lasing superiority. The dark
deference of fear and slavery, my friend, will keep the dogs obedient to the
whip, as long as this roof [he glances at his roof] shuts out the sky.”
That night, Gaspard, who followed the Marquis home by
clinging to the underside of the carriage, stabs and kills him in his sleep.
[I’m not saying it’s good riddance to bad rubbish… but that’s exactly what I’m
saying]. Gaspard leaves a note on the knife saying, “Drive him to his tomb fast.
JACQUES.” He manages to run from the authorities for about a year, but is
eventually caught and hanged.
I think it’s really interesting how the book switches back
and forth between Paris and London. In
London, Darnay, who has fallen in love with Lucie, asks Dr.Manette’s permission
to marry her; however, Carton confesses his love to Lucie as well. She finds
herself unable to return the intensity of his love, as her heart already
belongs to Charles [cheesy, I know!]. Carton knows that she cannot love him in
return, so he vows to “embrace any sacrifice to you and those dear to you” [
give me the tissues again…]. Stryver considers proposing marriage to Lucy, but
Lorry, appalled at the idea, immediately talks him out of it [Hah!]. On the morning of the wedding, Darnay reveals
his name and true identity to Dr.Manette, a detail he’d been asked to withhold
until that day. Dr.Mannete, who has been considerably shaken by the revelation,
tries to deal with it by returning to his obsessive shoe-making once the couple
leave for their honeymoon. After some [both gentle and forceful] persuasion
from Lorry and Miss Pross, he returns to sanity before their return. The shoe-making tools are destroyed, and the
entire incident is kept hidden from Lucie.
With the passage of time, Charles and Lucy begin to raise a
family—a son who dies in childhood, and a playful, pretty little daughter, little
Lucie. Carton grows exceptionally close to little Lucie, though he seldom
visits. The scene then switches to July 1789, Paris. The Defarges help to lead
the storming of the Bastille, a symbol of royal tyranny. Defarge enters Dr. Manette’s former cell,
“One Hundred and Five, North Tower”, and ransacks it. Throughout the country,
the Revolution spreads as local officials are dragged from their homes and
killed, and the St. Evrémondé mansion is razed to the ground. In
1792, Lorry decides to travel to Paris to collect important documents from
Tellson’s branch in that city and bring them to London for safekeeping against
the madness of the French Revolution. Darnay [so I called him Darnay, then
Charles, then Darnay again… please bear with me] intercepts a letter written by
Gabelle, one of his uncle’s servants who has been imprisoned by the
revolutionaries, pleading for the Marquis to help secure his release. Horrified,
Darnay immediately sets out for Paris—without telling Dr. Manette and Lucie.
Book the Third: The
Track of a Storm
Darnay was being extremely reckless and impetuous, y’ know?
Shortly after he arrives in Paris, he is arrested for being an emigrated
aristocrat from France, and jailed in La Force Prison. Shocked, Dr.Manette,
Lucie, her daughter, Cruncher, and Miss Pross travel to Paris to meet Lorry and
devise a means of freeing Charles—in vain. A year and three months pass, and
Darnay is finally tried. Dr.Manette, who is greatly revered by the masses for
his imprisonment in the Bastille, vouches for Charles, who is grudgingly
acquitted; however, he is arrested again the same day, and put on trial again
the next day, under new charges brought by the Defarges and a third individual
who is later revealed to be Dr. Manette. The good doctor had been confined by the
late Marquis St. Evrémondé and his twin brother; in a long
letter addressed to no one in particular, Manette revealed the unjust
circumstances of his imprisonment, and condemned the Evrémondés and their descendants for eternity.
Dr.Manette is understandably horrified, but he is not allowed to retract his
statement. Darnay is sentenced to be guillotined the next day. [I know, I know.
It’s perfectly horrible]. Meanwhile,
Carton overhears that fanatical Madame Defarge stating that she will have Lucie
and little Lucie guillotined as well; he hastens to Lucie’s residence and urges
her to flee back to London as quickly as possible [with her family, of course.]
Shortly before the executions are to begin, a prison guard
sneaks Carton into Darnay’s cell. The two men trade clothes, and Carton drugs
Darnay and orders the guard to sneak him out. My brave, selfless Sydney has
decided to be executed in Charles’ place—they look similar, so that’s
completely possible; he has given his own identification papers to Lorry to
present on Darnay’s behalf. Following his instructions, the family, Lorry, and
an unconscious Darnay flee to England. Meanwhile, Madame Defarge, armed with a
pistol and two knives, goes to the Manette residence, hoping to apprehend Lucie
and her daughter for execution. However, she ends up confronting Miss Pross,
who easily overpowers her; Madame’s pistol goes off in the struggle, killing
her and causing the good, worthy Miss Pross to go permanently deaf from noise
and shock.
The novel concludes with the guillotining of Carton […..WAAAAH!!].
No one suspects any kind of foul play—they think they’re executing Darnay. In
spite of the awful fate that awaits him, Sydney is calm and resolute, even
happy—happier than he has ever been. He saved the life of an innocent man and,
by extension, so many more lives, especially the life of the girl he loves. He
does not fear Death—he embraces it. In his own words, “It is a far, far better
thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go
to than I have ever known.” These pure thoughts run through his mind as the
blade flashes, waiting for his head.
…So, this book is awfully gritty, but it’s about the French
Revolution, so that’s how it’s going to be. Sydney doesn’t need my sympathy, so
instead of feeling sorry and moping, I just felt extremely proud of him, though
the world lost a jewel when he died. [Ok, that’s enough drama].
On a side-note: Dickens always, always treats my favourites badly!!!
See you next time!
Thank you! Bye-bye!