The festive period owes Charles Dickens a monumental intellectual debt. A Christmas Carol largely invented the festivity as we continue to celebrate it today. But his tale also reminds us of the power of magic and restitution in the blizzards of unforgiving times: it gives agency and voice to the marginalised, the disposable, and the forgotten of history. It’s a tale that resounds through time to reveal what happens when we grapple with the truth of being human.
A Christmas Carol is a tale of two tragedies. There is the tragedy that is destined to happen: the death of Tiny Tim, victim of the structural violence of destitution. But the second tragedy belongs to the past. The tragedy that turned a kind and humble person into a monster. This is the tragedy that defines Ebenezer Scrooge.
Scrooge is a darkness surrounded by an even more impenetrable darkness. “Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it,” Dickens says of his protagonist’s uncharitable and barren homestead. Scrooge is indistinguishable from his shadow. Dante’s hell was not ablaze but resided in the frozen depths of torment and despair. Scrooge belongs to those depths. He befriends the misery, revels in the isolation, walks through its gates with a pessimistic howl. His soul is as cold as the steel nail, which Dickens invokes from the outset to describe his dead partner, Jacob Marley. Scrooge, in short, is dead while alive, “secured from surprise”, emotionally adrift from the fires of the world.
His behaviour would stand out as markedly different from the ostentatious and lavish displays of wealth that were so often paraded by the merchant colonists of Victorian Britain. Theirs was, after-all, a time of extraordinary splendour. And at the time, while Dickens was writing the complementary social tales of Oliver Twist and Bleak House, the wealth extracting machine of the British Empire was in primal overdrive (especially in the mining colonies at home). But what matters is not whether Scrooge is exuberant or thrifty. His penance must be explained through his quest for accumulation. And so Dickens invokes a ghost that goes beyond the tale of one miserable man: the ghost who clanks the chains of social forces. Who really carries those chains?
This is a radical move from Dickens, as he seeks to turn this world on its head. He transforms the powerful into the powerless, so that they become forced witnesses without the capacity to bring about change. What also made Dickens revolutionary for his time was his conjuring of the idea that humans were not born evil or sinister. If A Christmas Carol has us reflecting upon the notion that residing even in the darkest of hearts, there is still the glimmer of a flame that is the spark of our humanity, it is also a tale of how we might all be the products of circumstance.
But this also demands more from us. Most would shed a tear for the mercilessly fated child who lays dead in the snow. It’s far more difficult to help others break a frozen sea within. Charity works in mysterious ways, Dickens advises. It concerns both the materially and spiritually impoverished.
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SubscribeThis year I noticed as Christmas neared that more people than in years past wished me a “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holidays”. I take no offense at that. In fact, I very much like it. I’m not a religious person but I still consider Christmas to have a spirit that can lift all of us, of any religion or none.
Charles Dickens’s story “A Christmas Carol” illustrates this spirit well. The story of Christ plays no part in it. The three ghosts (four if you count Jacob Marley) that visit Ebenezer Scrooge in his dream are not holy ghosts. There are some hints of Christianity scattered in the story, but they are subtle enough to miss. Yet for 181 years this Christ-less story has captured the spirit of Christmas better than any other.
So even secure in my secularity, every year around this time I read “A Christmas Carol” and try to imagine changing my heart like Ebenezer Scrooge did his. To think more of giving, less of taking. To be the person Ebenezer Scrooge might have been had more of his Christmases been spent at home rather than boarding school, had his sister Fan not died, and had his fiancée Belle not broken their engagement.
And it always works. For a week or two or three I am the post-ghosts Ebenezer Scrooge, who returned to his younger form, or even better, for he then knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. Me too, for a time. And then it inevitably ends — I’m back to pre-ghosts scrooging as my default posture.
But having just read Charles Dickens’s carol, I’m feeling it. So while I am still bathing in that secular spirit, let me wish everyone a merry Christmas! God bless us, every one! And let me hope that this year, this year, I can keep that spirit a few months instead of a few days or weeks, or maybe if I am lucky or blessed, the whole year.
Were Scrooge real, he’d no doubt be a Guardian columnist, invited to throw a wet blanket over everyone else’s Christmas cheer, with his trademarked humbuggery.
How right you are, Paddy.
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2024/dec/24/average-briton-causes-23-times-more-co2-on-christmas-day-study-reveals
You can’t take it with you, Mr. Scrooge ….. 🙂
There are no pockets in a shroud.
1 Timothy 6:7
“For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.”
King James Version
Speaking of translating the 19th century into the present, Dickens would have loved to write about a “Chair in Political Violence & Aesthetics”, but he would have given it a funnier name.
Humanism and Spirituality are opposed. It doesn’t work. Spirituality as utility is just performance. Dickens was writing in an era where the common citizen thought their fellow citizens were made in the image of God. This promotes empathy without manufacturing empathy. It can’t be replicated through a sort of structural empathy where expert planners design a system that assumes people will care about each other simply because their material interests converge.
Without true humanism (not the cod philosophy version), there would be no spirituality. It “doesn’t work” in your terms because you’re not understanding what humanism involves.
Only the spirituality that humans experience – as i very much do – is real. All the stories about creation and a creator built around it isn’t real. It may provide a degree of comfort and community to some, but as a result it’s a net huge negative in the world, as we witness in the headlines every single day.
So today – of all days – i say be grateful for your humanity, as i am. There’s literally nothing else, so let’s all strive towards our better selves.