The Three Musketeers — Alexandre Dumas
The Three Musketeers is indeed one of the most celebrated historical romances and well-known classic tale of all time. A perpetual favorite amongst a variety of audiences—from juvenile to stripling ones, to a cluster of full-fledged devotees—it has been adapted to a series of media types. There are movie adaptations, TV shows, and even cartoon shows. Altogether tells the story of the dashing musketeers namely: Athos, Porthos and Aramis. Still, it is inevitable that the media may tarnish the genuine foundation of the story. I say if you want to know the real story, then go read it. I am certain you’ll devour it as much as I did.
As I’ve mentioned earlier, every so often, the media muddles the original plot of the story. The latest movie version proved otherwise. At the course of my reading, I’ve been consistently waiting for a portion of the movie scenes to occur in this book, but much to my regret, this was different. So much for my Logan Lerman fandom. *sigh* However, my interest still did not dwindle. The gallant Gascon young man will always be Logan to me. That sure gratified me, ha!
Probably the best thing about this book is that it was based from real history—real events and real people. Who could not resist a peek into the good old days? Definitely not me. Ameliorating it by adding a fabrication of Dumas’ imagination wouldn’t hurt either.
And though sword fighting isn’t really my type of action, these swashbuckling heroes did not dismay me. Truly, there weren’t any dull moments that had me yawning in ennui.
Dauntless and chivalrous they may be, the musketeers including our Gascon fellow, are also liable to troublesome and displeasing deeds. They constantly try to resolve predicaments, even petty ones, through duels; hot-headed, brusquely mannered; and one fellow doesn’t even respect his lackey—he doesn’t allow him to speak when not spoken to. But what would you expect, humans aren’t perfect, and so Dumas concocting a realistic individuality to his characters is acceptable, at least for me.
By no means is this novel a bodice-ripping one. Albeit the presence of lovers and mistresses of the protagonists strewn all throughout the book, Dumas carefully crafted an intelligent style of subtlety by which no amount of sensual hints were encouraged. Young readers may likewise take a plunge on this wonderfully written novel even without supervision.
The most intriguing villainess in the world of literature, only here, you will meet. How many people has Milady de Winter deceived and victimized before leading to her death? I was actually trying to find something good in her albeit all her evil-doings. The tale she confided with that poor bloke, Felton, had me convinced that she’s not so bad after all, but then again, I was wrong.
Dumas must be the master of cliffhangers. Every chapter ends with a cliffhanger that pulls you more into the world of sword plays, deceptions, political intrigues, love founded and lost, nobility, vengeance, etc. It strikes as a sin putting it down, but what would you ask for a 750-page book?