This
holiday season, J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books have come up several times in
casual conversations with people as young as 14 and as old as 50. Some are not consistent recreational readers,
some are, all implicitly or explicitly expressed the special place Rowling’s
world holds for them. They loved the
books, lived in the books and the books provided a model, or maybe “schema” is
a better word, of how to approach the
world, how to discover it and act in it.
It’s interesting to consider, say, how a physician working in an
academic medical institution sees his world inflected by a fantasy “public school”
for the magically gifted. The physician
is a serious and capable professional, by the way, and I’m not at all uncertain
that a Harry Potter lens doesn’t provide some useful insight or inspiration.
Neither the books nor the subsequent
films had much appeal for me but perhaps that was due to my personal experience
of some of the sources for her world.
That’s neither here nor there. Nevertheless, I found myself thinking about
what books had affected me that way.
Books that weren’t just immersive, compelling reads but which also
suggested how to approach the world. One
of the most curious is Alexander Dumas “The Three Musketeers.” Years ago, I decided to read it for the best
of reasons: it was an adventure set in the muddy, bloody
17th century with lots of sword fighting. And it certainly is that, but something else
made me react to it at a more interesting level and find virtues in it that
even now are rarely discussed.
The book was originally serialized in “Le
Siècle” in 1844 and necessarily had to “burn from the first line” to paraphrase
Sting’s admirable advice. Yet the book
has a deft, larger structure, too. One
strategy to get to the heart of it is to ask, why is it compelling? Is it vital, perspicacious description of 17th
century scenes? Not so much. Dumas’ physical description is prosaic,
sometimes precise, sometimes generic. Is
it the wit? Partly. Even in the context of the larger drama I expect
its possible for modern readers to miss the delicate, bittersweet irony in the
cheerful and gentile conversations.
Consider, D’Artagnan’s father’s advice, “fight on all occasions. Fight the more for duels being forbidden,”
and bring it forward into a modern context and change the diction a little: say an inner city father speaking to his
son. Suddenly, the words have a
different, more ominous and dangerous meaning.
But another aspect is even more
important. D’Artagnan travels to Paris
and engages with a new world, one which Dumas has the temerity to draw at every
level, from the passions and care of the court to those of the poor and middle
class Parisians. And they’re all drawn with
the same generous compassion. In that sense, his breadth of social
portrayal exceeds Victor Hugo and Charles Dickens. D’Artagnan is certainly the hero of his own
life but he’s far from the hero of the history in which he lives. Yet, he has an important role to play and it
depends on his learning how to move in very different subcultures which continually
interact outside of him. That is a very
modern condition.
Then there are the characters. Athos is a deftly-drawn, Byronic presence
whose character foreshadows the shape of the book as a whole. The conclusion which revolves around the murder of an innocent, is
a kind of social tragedy, explicitly damning the gentile but aggressive culture. It is a much bigger book than it seems.
There have been innumerable versions
made for film and television. As I’m
writing this the BBC is about to broadcast a second season of an enjoyable production
which takes slight advantage of Dumas’ original plot. To my mind, the very best films were those
made by the director Richard Lester in the early 1970s. The script by George Macdonald Fraser is not
only true to Dumas’ plot but also captures Dumas’ comedy and wit while portraying
believable and graphic violence unlike so many recent films in which CGI
supported action scenes are both implausible and without real dramatic
consequence.
Michael York’s Dartagnan deserves
special attention. The role is
surprisingly difficult, which is apparent when you consider the large number of
forgettable performances, so much so that actors probably should be wary of it
on principle. Yet York finds a perfect
balance of naivete, passion and cleverness that makes the character not only
believable but someone with whom we trustingly identify. That’s essential. All our lives we’re neophytes learning a
new, changing world, complex and only partly visible.
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