This week I went to see Charles Dicken’s 1843 A Christmas Carol at the Old Vic theatre in London and the most traditional thing about the production was the Old Vic. There were so many departures from the original story that it resembled rush hour at Clapham Junction, and I even began to wonder whether I had missed great swathes of the novella when I re-read it just six months ago.
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