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Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
'Tis the season to be reading (fa lala, lala..) For tonight's
Christmastime reading suggestion, Cassandra Darke by Posy Simmonds.
My happy discovery from last year's Christmas reads. Apparently, it is a very freely adapted adaptation of Dicken's Christmas
Carol. I must confess, while I did see a good bit of Scrooge in the
main character, the parallels between the two works are not that
obvious. This graphic novel (with emphasis on the novel bit, as there is
a lot of text) stands on its own and the Dickensian source material is more
easily identifiable when you read it a second time. But I digress. The
action is set from one Christmas season to another. Title characer
Cassandra Darke is an elderly art dealer, mean, ugly, selfish, arrogant,
wealthy, utterly despicable. She loses her reputation and part of her
fortune when she is recognised guilty of fraud. A year later, things go
from bad to worse when she finds a gun in the basement where her ex
lodger Nicki (who is also the daughter of Cassandra's stepsister and her
ex-husband). This is a thriller with brains and heart, it is also a
moral tale and a bit of a tragedy, with a protagonist who is not devoid
of redeeming qualities... which might not be enough to save her soul, or
her life.
Well, this is not Halloween yet, but there is a good reason at any time of the year to enjoy a good ghost story. And let's not forget that you can prepare for Halloween months in advance, the same way you need to bake your Christmas pudding in the middle of Summer. So I prepare myself mentally for Halloween early, and when an occasion like this one arises I take it. So yes, I went to see two plays in a matinee performance, two ghost stories adapted for the stage: The Signal-Man by Charles Dickens (misspelled The Signalman for some reason) and Oh Whistle and I'll Come to You, My Lad by M.R. James. This was the first story I ever read of M.R James and it remains one of my favourite. The production was done by Middle Ground Theatre.