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In this era of pandemic fears, the gripping tale of the Great Plague that brought Europe to its knees in the mid-1600s is a surprisingly timely read. Defoe's fictionalized account of life in plague-stricken 1665 London is a harrowing and suspenseful page-turner.
I've had this in iBooks for over a year, reading chunks at a time, and just finished it. It starts out a bit dryly, with tables of death rates by neighborhood in London, and a style that takes some getting used to, but there are lots of emotional and amazing stories in it, as the plague settles over London. It's interesting that it's not really a novel, or a piece of history; though it was written some 70 years after the plague, Defoe apparently relied very heavily on the work of an uncle, Henry Foe. At any rate, it's a pretty gripping story, as you get a view not only of what that plague did to the city, but of daily life in the city as Defoe draws a contrast to it. ( )
It was about the beginning of September 1664, that I, among the rest of my neighbours, heard in ordinary discourse, that the plague was returned again in Holland; for it had been very violent there, and particularly at Amsterdam and Rotterdam, in the year 1663, whither, they say, it was brought, some said from Italy, others from the Levant, among some goods, which were brought home by their Turkey fleet; others said it was brought from Candia; others from Cyprus.
Quotations
But even those wholesome reflections -- which, rightly managed, would have most happily led the people to fall upon their knees, make confession of their sins, and look up to their merciful Savior for pardon, imploring His compassion on them in such a time of their distress, by which we might have been as a second Ninevah -- had quite a contrary extreme in the common people, who, ignorant and stupid in their reflections as they were brutishly wicked and thoughtless before, were now led by their fright to extremes of folly; and, as I have said before that they ran to conjurers and witches, and all sort of deceivers to know what should become of them (who fed their fears, and kept them always alarmed and awake on purpose to delude them and pick their pockets), so they were as mad upon their running after quacks and mountebanks, and every practising old woman for medicines and remedies; storing themselves with such multitudes of pills, potions, and presevatives, as they were called, that they not only spent their money but even poisoned themselves beforehand for fear of the poison of the infection; and prepared their bodies for the plague, instead of preserving them against it.
When the physicians assured us that the danger was as well from the sound, that is, the seemingly sound, as the sick ... then they began to be jealous of everybody, and a vast number of people locked themselves up, so as not to come abroad into any company at all, nor suffer any that had been abroad in promiscuous company to come into their houses, or near them, at least not so near them as to be within the reach of their breath or of any smell from them.
Last words
A dreadful plague in London was In the year sixty-five, Which swept an hundred thousand souls Away; yet I alive! H.F.
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In this era of pandemic fears, the gripping tale of the Great Plague that brought Europe to its knees in the mid-1600s is a surprisingly timely read. Defoe's fictionalized account of life in plague-stricken 1665 London is a harrowing and suspenseful page-turner.