SCROOGE A MAN FOR ONE SEASON
There was Christmas before Dickens, of course, but not much
of one. Christmas was an important day, but not, - if you read Pepys, - as
important as 12th night, or as Hogmanay north of the border. Then came Dickens
and the modern Christmas was born, a healthy baby it grew as strong as a
Trafalgar Square Christmas tree and as fat as a stuffed Turkey. And at the
heart of this newly created drama was the figure of Ebenezer Scrooge.
Like Hamlet, Lear or Churchill playing Scrooge is a role
offered only to the truly gifted. For it is that most difficult of all parts a
journey to conversion. Scrooge is truly vile, rarely has mean spirited, miserly
misanthropic squalor been better portrayed. This is what makes the part so
difficult to play. The greater the emphasis on moral squalor the harder it is
to make the conversion convincing, the weaker the depiction of moral squalor the
less spectacular the conversion. In my, admittedly old school, opinion, only
Alistair Sim has ever pulled this off completely satisfactorily.
I have been recently reading a new production of A Christmas
Carol, which plays hard and fast with Dickens storyline, hardly, of course, the
first to do this. Mucking around with the plot has, like Brussels sprouts, become
the mainstay of modern Christmas. Every year a new crop arrives featuring
everything and everyone from the Muppets to Bill Murray.
The production I am
reading has the merit of being serious but begs more questions than it answers.
It is a worthy attempt to turn the story into a socialist parable, but in doing
so introduces themes that are ahistorical. Dickens was a reformer not a
socialist, and the introduction of Freudian themes, the ghost of Christmas past
as psychoanalyst, risks losing an older quasi biblical element of the story,
that is the love of money for its own sake. Scrooge, after all, does not live a
luxurious lifestyle but begrudges an extras halfpenny for bread. He is not the
conventional capitalist living in luxury as his workers live in penury. He is a
man whose soul has been warped and consequently a candidate for conversion.
This tale is less an attack on capitalism than an exhortation to look at the
man in the mirror, hopefully with better results than Michael Jackson achieved.
Still railing against new ‘takes’ on A Christmas Carol is as
pointless as claiming that Christmas has become too commercial, – the
Christians shoplifted a pagan festival, and it shows. Dickens stole it back,
with a little Christian charity and brotherhood of man thrown in. For it is
worth noting how little conventional Christianity appears in the story.
Christmas day is a time for gluttony and merry making, not going to church.
Scrooge’s “Bah humbug stands the test of time because it
speaks to an element in all of us, a capacity for self-centredness to which we
would rather not openly admit. And the story too, despite its many flaws, not
least the mawkish and nauseatingly sweet Tiny Tim, - who brings to mind Oscar
Wilde’s remark on hearing of the death of Little Nell, “You would need a heart
of stone not to laugh, -stands the test of time. And Scrooge is one of those
great literary creations that burst out of the narrow confines of the work of
fiction in which they are born.
So, I will say Bah humbug to all reworking of Dickens plot
and, along with an extra portion of Brussels sprouts, will watch Alistair Sim
shout from his window, “tell me boy what day is this...”