![]() Things couldn’t be better…until the day of his wedding, when he is arrested on suspicion of conspiring against the king with the exiled Napoleon Bonaparte. Not only is his marriage to the beautiful Mercédès approaching, but following the death of his captain, he is also about to be given a ship to command. The opening line (“On the 24th of February 1815, the lookout at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the arrival of the three-master Pharaon, coming from Smyrna, Trieste and Naples”) is hardly the most scintillating or memorable in literature but reading it, knowing what is to come, gives me the same feeling as when I re-read the first line of other favourite books, such as Rebecca (“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again”), Jane Eyre (“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day”) or Watership Down (“The primroses were over”).Īnyway, back to The Count of Monte Cristo! Our hero, or anti-hero (he can be considered to be both), is Edmond Dantès, a young sailor who, at the beginning of the novel, feels that he is the luckiest man in the world. Picking it up to start reading for the third time, I did have a few doubts – there’s always a chance that a book you once loved might have lost its magic – but of course I needn’t have worried. It’s one of my favourite books (I had already read it twice) and I thought it would be something to look forward to, even if some of the other classics on my list turned out to be disappointing. But Dantè's extraordinary journey, from youthful naivety through madness, torment, and calculated revenge to an eventual peace, relinquishing his ultimate vengeance, remains one of my first choices for a sun-baked holiday – and damn the weight allowance.When I joined the Classics Club in 2012 and put together the list of books I wanted to read, I decided that, whichever order I read the others in, I would save my re-read of The Count of Monte Cristo until last. Moments like these can jolt me out of my readerly bliss. Ali, the Count's voiceless Nubian slave, is allowed to express only doglike devotion and Eugenie, daughter of Dantè's arch-enemy, is humiliated for attempting to run away (scandalously and Sapphically, with her singing-teacher friend) from a forced marriage. There are notes in the book that I accepted unquestioningly as a younger reader, but which I find uncomfortable now. He's driven by past trauma and injustice – but is ultimately forced to confront the fact that he, too, has strayed from the side of the angels, becoming almost as pernicious as the villains he persecutes. The Count has a great deal in common with, say, Batman in his new incarnation, he's unrecognisable to almost everyone – and he has powers which seem almost supernatural, but which in fact derive from his limitless resources. I also love its memorable, melodramatic crises, like the moment when Mercédès bursts through the polite fictions surrounding "the Count" to utter her despairing, agonised plea: "Edmond, you will not kill my son?"īut I think I find Dantè's narrative most addictive because it's a forerunner of the classic superhero stories – in essence, I'm sitting on the sand reading the world's heaviest comic. In part, this is because of its unrestrained richness – it's full of emeralds hollowed into pillboxes, diamond-bedecked horses, picturesque bandits and letters of unlimited credit. Donning myriad disguises and aliases, Dantès sets out to wreak havoc among those who cost him so dear.ĭespite its plethora of plot strands, places, and characters, and its layers of detail, rendered with a miniaturist's anxious exactitude, The Count of Monte Cristo remains compulsively readable. Mercédès, his betrothed, believing him gone forever, has married Fernand, his arch-rival, and borne him a son. The years of his youth are lost his father has died in penury. Staging a daring escape, Dantès finds the treasure, but his life is irrevocably changed by his imprisonment. ![]() Here he receives an extensive education from the Abbé Faria in the next cell acquires an aristocratic, unearthly pallor, allowing him, later, to masquerade as both a lord and a vampire and is told the location of an unimaginable treasure – a barren island known as Monte Cristo. ![]() But, framed by his jealous rivals as a Bonapartist traitor, he is arrested on his wedding day and summarily imprisoned.ĭantès is incarcerated in the notorious Chateau d'If for 14 years. Rich in nature's blessings, handsome, clever and well-made, he is about to be named captain of his ship, and to marry his Catalan fiancée, Mercédès. In 1815, Edmond Dantès, a 19-year-old merchant sailor, returns to port in Marseilles.
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