THE CLASSICS
Reading builds a fascinating world around us as we move from sentence to sentence and go even deeper, exploring the world of literature. Some might call this a journey, as each book acts as a stepping stone that brings us closer to the path we need to take. Masterful prose, timeless themes, and memorable characters are the reasons why classic literary works endure for generations. In their pages we find lessons and themes that are intertwined with the people and their life experiences. They awaken our imagination and allow us to experience different places, time periods, triumphs and struggles through the lens of a multitude of characters. There is a reason, then, why the stories of these classic books are read again and again over the centuries and are constantly adapted to new circumstances. Let’s not forget that they were all written in their own time. We are used to reading about the times only through historical events and history itself can sometimes seem black and white and one-dimensional.The classic books add colour and depth to it.They show exactly how people lived during those times. Times that would be difficult to approach or even relate to if there were no books to illuminate the intricate paths of the daily lives of the people who lived back then. Seeing –through these books– different time periods gives us a new perspective through which we can understand and judge our place in the world. It allows us to reflect on how our contemporary books may look back on us and what our contemporary books will say about us to future generations.
The debate about what makes certain books “classics” never ends – is it longevity, popularity, literary merit, or all of the above? Are all books we consider “classics” worthy of that title? Should some lesser-known books be considered “classics”? There are no safe answers to these questions, and opinions about which classic books should be read by everyone will always differ. In his book Why Read the Classics? the Italian writer Italo Calvino considered classics to be “books which, the more we think we know them by reputation, the more original, unexpected and innovative we find them to be when we actually read them”. A classic book must have stood the test of time and address issues that are still relevant and universal today. And there are so many of them: from coming-of-age stories to wonderful romance tales, and from fantasy literature to science books that changed the world. In the new The Classics series you’ll find a variety of books that are nonetheless a good starting point, covering a wide range of literature from different time periods and genres. There really is something for everyone.
Introduction
Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a Gothic horror novella published in 1886 by Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson. Mr. Gabriel John Utterson, who is a London-based legal practitioner investigates a series of strange occurrences between his old friend, Dr Henry Jekyll, and a murderous criminal named Edward Hyde. Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde has become one of the most famous pieces of English literature; it is considered to be a defining book of the gothic horror genre. In this novella, Stevenson suggests that the human tendencies for good and evil do not necessarily co-exist in equal measure in us. Needless to say, that the two alter egos of the main character, have become a symbol for the exhibition of extremely contradictory behaviour in people, especially between private and public selves.
Robert Louis Stevenson (born 1850—1894) was a Scottish author, essayist and poet, He wrote fiction and travel books and his is best known for his novels Treasure Island (1881), Kidnapped (1886), and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1886). Born and educated in Edinburgh, Stevenson suffered from serious bronchial disease for the most part of his life but continued to write prolifically and travel extensively. When he was young, he took part in London’s literary circles, receiving encouragement from several authors. In 1890, he settled in Samoa where, watching the European and American influence in the South Sea islands to increase, his work turned from romance and adventure fiction toward a darker realism. He died quite young, of a stroke in his island home in 1894 at age 44. Stevenson was a celebrity in his lifetime and today his works are held in general acclaim
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for the man trampled calmly over the child’s body and left her screaming on the ground. It sounds nothing to hear, but it was hellish to see. It wasn’t like a man; it was like some damned Juggernaut. I gave a few halloa, took to my heels, collared my gentleman, and brought him back to where there was already quite a group about the screaming child. He was perfectly cool and made no resistance, but gave me one look, so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like running. The people who had turned out were the girl’s own family; and pretty soon, the doctor, for whom she had been sent put in his appearance. Well, the child was not much the worse, more frightened, according to the sawbones; and there you might have supposed would be an end to it. But there was one curious circumstance. I had taken a loathing to my gentleman at first sight. So had the child’s family, which was only natural. But the doctor’s case was what struck me. He was the usual cut and dry apothecary, of no particular age and colour, with a strong Edinburgh accent and about as emotional as a bagpipe. Well, sir, he was like the rest of us; every time he looked at my prisoner, I saw that sawbones turn sick and white with the desire to kill him. I knew what was in his mind, just as he knew what was in mine; and killing being out of the question, we did the next best. We told the man we could and would make such a scandal out of this as should make his name stink from one end of London to the other. If he had any friends or any credit, we undertook that he should lose them. And all the time, as we were pitching it in red hot, we were keeping the women off him as best we could for they were as wild as harpies. I never saw a circle of such hateful faces; and there was the man in the middle, with a kind of black sneering coolness—frightened too, I could see
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that—but carrying it off, sir, really like Satan. ‘If you choose to make capital out of this accident,’ said he, ‘I am naturally helpless. No gentleman but wishes to avoid a scene,’ says he. ‘Name your figure.’ Well, we screwed him up to a hundred pounds for the child’s family; he would have clearly liked to stick out; but there was something about the lot of us that meant mischief, and at last he struck. The next thing was to get the money; and where do you think he carried us but to that place with the door?—whipped out a key, went in, and presently came back with the matter of ten pounds in gold and a cheque for the balance on Coutts’s, drawn payable to bearer and signed with a name that I can’t mention, though it’s one of the points of my story, but it was a name at least very well known and often printed. The figure was stiff; but the signature was good for more than that if it was only genuine. I took the liberty of pointing out to my gentleman that the whole business looked apocryphal, and that a man does not, in real life, walk into a cellar door at four in the morning and come out with another man’s cheque for close upon a hundred pounds. But he was quite easy and sneering. ‘Set your mind at rest,’ says he, ‘I will stay with you till the banks open and cash the cheque myself.’
So we all set off, the doctor, and the child’s father, and our friend and myself, and passed the rest of the night in my chambers; and next day, when we had breakfasted, went in a body to the bank. I gave in the cheque myself, and said I had every reason to believe it was a forgery. Not a bit of it.
The cheque was genuine.”
“Tut-tut!” said Mr. Utterson.
“I see you feel as I do,” said Mr. Enfield. “Yes, it’s a bad story. For my man was a fellow that nobody could have to do with, a really damnable man; and the person that drew