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‘It is a principle… that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner.’ - Charles Dickens
Great Expectations once again exceeded expectations when I re-read it for perhaps the third time in many years. I was surprised at how strongly the story/plot engaged me afresh even though I knew it like the back of my hand. I took special delight in Dickens’ very fine, stately, and elegant prose. I relished his vivid description of the dreary marsh country or Miss Havisham’s spider-infested wedding cake. I became well acquainted with each of his vivacious characters. Most of all, Great Expectations is an exploration of the vanity of human wishes and what is left of humanity after great expectations have been well lost.
Philip Pirrip, better known as Pip, is a seven-year-old orphan brought up by a domineering adult sister who is married to Joe Gargery, the blacksmith. Pip and Joe are ‘fellow-sufferers’ under the tyranny of Mrs Gargery who is said to have brought them up ‘by hand.’ Pip is poor but rich and secure in Joe’s love and protection. All this is changed when Pip is invited to play at the house of Miss Havisham, an eccentric but wealthy woman, who hired him to teach her adoptive daughter, the beautiful and scornful Estella, how to wreak revenge on all men by breaking their hearts. For the first time, Pip sees himself as ‘coarse and common’. He admits to his own misery: “It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home... Home had never been a very pleasant place to me, because of my sister’s temper. But Joe had sanctified it, and I had believed in it...Within a single year all this was changed. Now it was all coarse and common, and I would not have had Miss Havisham and Estella see it on any account.”
One of the things that struck me is how similar Pip is to Scott Fitzgerald’s Jay Gatsby. In his confession to Biddy, Pip says, “The beautiful young lady at Miss Havisham’s, and she’s more beautiful than anybody ever was, and I admire her dreadfully, and I want to be a gentleman on her account.” And thus, Pip dreams of one day becoming a gentleman. Like Jay Gatsby who builds all his hopes on Daisy Buchanan’s false, silvery voice, Pip is to spend a good part of his adult life wanting to become a gentleman for Estella’s sake. Estella is a cold, distant star; Daisy is that elusive green light across the bay. Like Gatsby, Pip’s dream comes true. An unknown benefactor releases Pip from Joe’s forge and plants him in London to be educated as a gentleman and to have access to all its attendant privileges. In Pip, as in Gatsby, great expectations rest on an empty dream, which amounted to naught.
Expectations aside, Great Expectations is a wonderful story about the best of kinship, friendship, loyalty, and sacrifice. These themes are exemplified in Joe Gargery’s steadfast love for Pip, Herbert Pocket’s ever-giving friendship, and Abel Magwitch’s gratitude and self-sacrifice. On the flip side, it reveals the untold damage caused by deception, betrayal, and revenge as reflected in the wasted lives of Miss Havisham (the spurned bride) and to a lesser degree, Estella. To a significant degree, Magwitch’s life, too.
Great Expectations has a cast of fascinating characters and their idiosyncrasies come alive in Dicken’s unsparing and often humorous description. My favorite is Wemmick, Mr. Jagger’s clerk and Pip’s friend. Wemmick is said to have a post-office mouth into which he pops his biscuits. Yet, he is a modern man who builds a lovely castle for himself and his aged father, and makes it a point to demarcate his private life from his work life. His one obsession is with ‘portable property’ and he wears many rings that once belonged to executed convicts. The episode of Wemmick’s surprise and low-key wedding is a joy to read. Also memorable are Mr. Jaggers, the formidable lawyer with a pervasive smell of scented soap; Mr. Pumblechook, the pompous corn and seeds merchant who claims to be Pip’s earliest benefactor; and all the ‘toadies and humbugs’, fawning relatives of Miss Havisham.
Great Expectations is a timeless and magnificent classic. What larks! Thank you, Mr. Dickens.
Great Expectations once again exceeded expectations when I re-read it for perhaps the third time in many years. I was surprised at how strongly the story/plot engaged me afresh even though I knew it like the back of my hand. I took special delight in Dickens’ very fine, stately, and elegant prose. I relished his vivid description of the dreary marsh country or Miss Havisham’s spider-infested wedding cake. I became well acquainted with each of his vivacious characters. Most of all, Great Expectations is an exploration of the vanity of human wishes and what is left of humanity after great expectations have been well lost.
Philip Pirrip, better known as Pip, is a seven-year-old orphan brought up by a domineering adult sister who is married to Joe Gargery, the blacksmith. Pip and Joe are ‘fellow-sufferers’ under the tyranny of Mrs Gargery who is said to have brought them up ‘by hand.’ Pip is poor but rich and secure in Joe’s love and protection. All this is changed when Pip is invited to play at the house of Miss Havisham, an eccentric but wealthy woman, who hired him to teach her adoptive daughter, the beautiful and scornful Estella, how to wreak revenge on all men by breaking their hearts. For the first time, Pip sees himself as ‘coarse and common’. He admits to his own misery: “It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home... Home had never been a very pleasant place to me, because of my sister’s temper. But Joe had sanctified it, and I had believed in it...Within a single year all this was changed. Now it was all coarse and common, and I would not have had Miss Havisham and Estella see it on any account.”
One of the things that struck me is how similar Pip is to Scott Fitzgerald’s Jay Gatsby. In his confession to Biddy, Pip says, “The beautiful young lady at Miss Havisham’s, and she’s more beautiful than anybody ever was, and I admire her dreadfully, and I want to be a gentleman on her account.” And thus, Pip dreams of one day becoming a gentleman. Like Jay Gatsby who builds all his hopes on Daisy Buchanan’s false, silvery voice, Pip is to spend a good part of his adult life wanting to become a gentleman for Estella’s sake. Estella is a cold, distant star; Daisy is that elusive green light across the bay. Like Gatsby, Pip’s dream comes true. An unknown benefactor releases Pip from Joe’s forge and plants him in London to be educated as a gentleman and to have access to all its attendant privileges. In Pip, as in Gatsby, great expectations rest on an empty dream, which amounted to naught.
Expectations aside, Great Expectations is a wonderful story about the best of kinship, friendship, loyalty, and sacrifice. These themes are exemplified in Joe Gargery’s steadfast love for Pip, Herbert Pocket’s ever-giving friendship, and Abel Magwitch’s gratitude and self-sacrifice. On the flip side, it reveals the untold damage caused by deception, betrayal, and revenge as reflected in the wasted lives of Miss Havisham (the spurned bride) and to a lesser degree, Estella. To a significant degree, Magwitch’s life, too.
Great Expectations has a cast of fascinating characters and their idiosyncrasies come alive in Dicken’s unsparing and often humorous description. My favorite is Wemmick, Mr. Jagger’s clerk and Pip’s friend. Wemmick is said to have a post-office mouth into which he pops his biscuits. Yet, he is a modern man who builds a lovely castle for himself and his aged father, and makes it a point to demarcate his private life from his work life. His one obsession is with ‘portable property’ and he wears many rings that once belonged to executed convicts. The episode of Wemmick’s surprise and low-key wedding is a joy to read. Also memorable are Mr. Jaggers, the formidable lawyer with a pervasive smell of scented soap; Mr. Pumblechook, the pompous corn and seeds merchant who claims to be Pip’s earliest benefactor; and all the ‘toadies and humbugs’, fawning relatives of Miss Havisham.
Great Expectations is a timeless and magnificent classic. What larks! Thank you, Mr. Dickens.