
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”, an introduction so famous just about everybody has heard it at one time or another. To be honest though, I had no idea they were associated with this book until I picked it up to read it.
The first half of the book proceeds in usual Dickens fashion, with the characters coming to life in rich detail while the plot proceeds about as fast as a one legged turtle. It’s a great example of the contrast between a classic novel and a modern page turner. With the classic I’m less excited about what twist the next chapter will bring and more concerned with enjoying each page for what it is. With a Crichton novel I want to blast the the book as fast as possible to see how the plot resolves, with Dickens I want to re-read every sentence twice to be sure I’ve understood it’s subtle graces (or understood it at all!). With the help of the built in Kindle dictionary, enabling me to decipher the old English, I conquered the first half of the book as was surprised at just how much I got caught up in the second half.
Murder, threats of murder, unjust imprisonment, mob violence, revenge, honor, love, redemption, you name it, it’s there. It turns out that there is such thing as a classic page-turner, who would have thought?
This passage of text is from the last chapter of the book:
“Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day’s wine to La Guillotine. All the devouring and insatiate Monsters imagined since imagination could record itself, are fused in the one realisation, Guillotine. And yet there is not in France, with its rich variety of soil and climate, a blade, a leaf, a root, a sprig, a peppercorn, which will grow to maturity under conditions more certain than those that have produced this horror. Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seed of rapacious license and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.” - Dickens, Charles. A Tale of Two Cities (p. 232).
Dickens wrote this passage in 1869 and it’s as true as ever, and I think especially timely. Look at what’s happening in Egypt, Syria, Libya, or look no further than our own backyard with occupy wall street. The similarity between the death of King Louis XVI at the hand of French revolutionists and the death of Gaddafi at Libyan revolutionists more than 200 years later is a real eye-opener.

French revolutionists celebrate the death of King Louis, 1793.

Libyan rebels celebrate the death of Muammar Gaddafi, 2011.