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The Mystery of Edwin Drood
The Mystery of Edwin Drood. Average rating: 3. Charles Dickens; Matthew Pearl. Walmart Tell us if something is incorrect.
Out of stock. Book Format: Choose an option. Get In-Stock Alert. Product Highlights The Mystery of Edwin Drood is a novel that is itself the subject of one of literature's most enduring mysteries.
The story recounts the troubled romance of Rosa Bud and the book's eponymous character, who later vanishes. Was Drood murdered, and if so by whom? All clues point to John Jasper, Drood's lugubrious uncle, who coveted Rosa. Or did Drood orchestrate his own disappearance? As Charles Dickens died before finishing the book, the ending is intriguingly ambiguous.
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Chesterton and George Bernard Shaw. Now diehard fans, new readers, and armchair detectives have another opportunity to solve the mystery Dickens took to his grave. About This Item We aim to show you accurate product information. Manufacturers, suppliers and others provide what you see here, and we have not verified it.
See our disclaimer. In his Introduction, Matthew Pearl illuminates the year-long quest to unravel The Mystery of Edwin Drood and lends new insight into the novel, the literary milieu of s England, and the private life of Charles Dickens. This Modern Library edition includes new endnotes and a full transcript of "The Trial of John Jasper for the Murder of Edwin Drood," the mock court case presided over and argued by the likes of G. Customer Reviews. See all reviews. Write a review. Most helpful positive review.
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See more. Most helpful negative review. Average rating: 2 out of 5 stars, based on reviews. Before reading any works by Charles Dickens, I really wanted to like everything he'd penned. I expected to like everything, in fact, because of his reputation. I makes my pipes of old penny ink-bottles, ye see, dreary—this is one—and I fits in a mouthpiece, this way, and I takes my mixter out of this thimble with this little horn spoon; and so I fills, deary. Ah, my poor nerves! And it takes away the hunger as well as wittles, deary.
He rises unsteadily from the bed, lays the pipe upon the hearthstone, draws back the ragged curtain, and looks with repugnance at his three companions. He notices that the woman has opium-smoked herself into a strange likeness of the Chinaman. His form of cheek, eye, and temple, and his color, are repeated in her.
Said Chinaman convulsively wrestles with one of his many Gods, or Devils, perhaps, and snarls horribly. The Lascar laughs and dribbles at the mouth. The hostess is still.
The Mystery of Edwin Drood
Of an increase of hideous customers, and this horrible bedstead set upright again, and this horrible court swept clean? What can she rise to, under any quantity of opium, higher than that! Then he comes back, pounces on the Chinaman, and, seizing him with both hands by the throat, turns him violently on the bed. The Chinaman clutches the aggressive hands, resists, gasps, and protests.
As he falls, the Lascar starts into a half- risen attitude, glares with his eyes, lashes about him fiercely with his arms, and draws a phantom knife. There has been chattering and clattering enough between them, but to no purpose. When any distinct word has been flung into the air, it has had no sense or sequence. He then lays certain silver money on the table, finds his hat, gropes his way down the broken stairs, gives a good morning to some rat-ridden doorkeeper, in bed in a black hutch beneath the stairs, and passes out.
That same afternoon, the massive grey square tower of an old Cathedral rises before the sight of a jaded traveller. The bells are going for daily vesper service, and he must needs attend it, one would say, from his haste to reach the open cathedral door. The choir are getting on their sullied white robes, in a hurry, when he arrives among them, gets on his own robe, and falls into the procession filing in to service. Chapter Two A Dean, and a Chapter Also Whosoever has observed that sedate and clerical bird, the rook, may perhaps have noticed that when he wings his way homeward towards nightfall, in a sedate and clerical company, two rooks will suddenly detach themselves from the rest, will retrace their flight for some distance, and will there poise and linger; conveying to mere men the fancy that it is of some occult importance to the body politic, that this artful couple should pretend to have renounced connection with it.
Similarly, service being over in the old cathedral with the square tower, and the choir scuffling out again, and divers venerable persons of rook-like aspect dispersing, two of these latter retrace their steps, and walk together in the echoing Close. Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement.
There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked uneven flagstones, and through the giant elm trees as they shed a gust of tears. Their fallen leaves lie strewn thickly about. Some of these leaves, in a timid rush, seek sanctuary within the low arched cathedral door; but two men coming out, resist them, and cast them forth again with their feet; this done, one of the two locks the door with a goodly key, and the other flits away with a folio music book.
Jasper was that, Tope? I have stayed for him, your Reverence. He has been took a little poorly. Tope, Chief Verger and Showman, and accustomed to be high with excursion parties, declines with a silent loftiness to perceive that any suggestion has been tendered to him. Jasper been taken—for, as Mr.
Crisparkle interposes, with the same touch as before. His memory grew Dazed. Tope, with his eyes on the Reverend Mr. However, a little time and a little water brought him out of his Daze. Jasper has gone home quite himself, has he? As the deep Cathedral-bell strikes the hour, a ripple of wind goes through these at their distance, like a ripple of the solemn sound that hums through tomb and tower, broken niche and defaced statue, in the pile close at hand.
Our affections, however laudable, in this transitory world, should never master us; we should guide them, guide them.
Publisher: Penguin Classics , This specific ISBN edition is currently not available. View all copies of this ISBN edition:. I loved you madly' Dickens' last novel is a mystery built around a presumed crime - the murder of a nephew by his uncle. Book Description : With an exclusive introduction by Peter Ackroyd, these out of print editions are brought back to life with a fresh and timeless new look.
About the Author : Charles Dickens had his first, astounding success with his first novel The Pickwick Papers and never looked back.
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