Chillin’ with Charles Dickens. (Any resemblance to Neil Gaiman is purely coincidental.)
'Twas a lovely afternoon, with Carolers and an introduction by Molly Oldfield, whose book, The Secret Museum, led her to Dickensian treasures at the New York Public LIbrary.
Neil’s get up was inspired by a post from Peter Morwood commenting on the uncanny likeness between the two authors in a side-by-side comparison.
I remembered ‘A Christmas Carol’ as being quite scary, as Ebenezer Scrooge is faced with the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future and has to come to terms with the sad legacy that lies ahead unless he changes his way. Neil’s reading brought to life all those moments, but more than anything it reminded me of how much humor there was throughout, and that this was a tale to be read aloud to a room full of people.
It’s also a good reminder that the kindness, compassion, and generosity that we show one another during the holidays should be carried on year round.
Molly’s introduction included a run down of Dickens’ diet ahead of a reading. I wish I could remember it all, but a pint of champagne and a glass of sherry with a raw egg whisked into it were the highlights.