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London, 1886. Mr Utterson, a lawyer of studied dullness conducting his Sunday walks in companionable silence, hears a tale from his kinsman Enfield about a small, repellent man named Edward Hyde who trampled a child in the predawn streets and paid off the witnesses with a cheque bearing the signature of one of London's most celebrated physicians.
The physician is Dr Henry Jekyll, holder of enough honorary letters after his name to fill a small almanac, and Utterson is alarmed to discover that Jekyll's will leaves his entire estate to this same Hyde, in the event of Jekyll's death or unexplained disappearance.
Utterson suspects blackmail and fears something worse, and sets out to find Hyde. What he finds is a figure so off-putting that every witness struggles to describe him. Dwarfish, deformed without a specifiable defect, radiating malevolence.
Hyde keeps a key to Jekyll's back door, draws on his accounts, and occupies a house in Soho, where fog thickens to umber. Sir Danvers Carew, an elderly MP of impeccable reputation, is beaten to death with a cane Utterson once gave Jekyll, and Hyde vanishes. Jekyll retreats from the world, appearing at a window briefly before terror closes his expression and the frame.
Dr Lanyon, once Jekyll's oldest colleague and by this point a broken man, dies weeks after witnessing something he declined to commit to paper, leaving Utterson a sealed document with instructions to hold it until Jekyll's death or disappearance. Both conditions are swiftly fulfilled.
What awaits Utterson and his locksmith inside Jekyll's cabinet is a scene of controlled devastation, a will rewritten in Jekyll's own hand, and two documents that promise at last to explain what Hyde truly is, where he came from, and what the word "disappearance" was always intended to cover.
Stevenson wrote Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde in ten feverish days in 1885, reportedly burning a first draft at his wife Fanny's insistence and producing the version we have in another ten.
The speed shows, and so does the compression. The book is closer to a novella than a novel. Its central idea is too explosive to survive the sprawl of three volumes and a subplot about an inheritance.
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London, 1886. Mr Utterson, a lawyer of studied dullness conducting his Sunday walks in companionable silence, hears a tale from his kinsman Enfield about a small, repellent man named Edward Hyde who trampled a child in the predawn streets and paid off the witnesses with a cheque bearing the signature of one of London's most celebrated physicians.
The physician is Dr Henry Jekyll, holder of enough honorary letters after his name to fill a small almanac, and Utterson is alarmed to discover that Jekyll's will leaves his entire estate to this same Hyde, in the event of Jekyll's death or unexplained disappearance.
Utterson suspects blackmail and fears something worse, and sets out to find Hyde. What he finds is a figure so off-putting that every witness struggles to describe him. Dwarfish, deformed without a specifiable defect, radiating malevolence.
Hyde keeps a key to Jekyll's back door, draws on his accounts, and occupies a house in Soho, where fog thickens to umber. Sir Danvers Carew, an elderly MP of impeccable reputation, is beaten to death with a cane Utterson once gave Jekyll, and Hyde vanishes. Jekyll retreats from the world, appearing at a window briefly before terror closes his expression and the frame.
Dr Lanyon, once Jekyll's oldest colleague and by this point a broken man, dies weeks after witnessing something he declined to commit to paper, leaving Utterson a sealed document with instructions to hold it until Jekyll's death or disappearance. Both conditions are swiftly fulfilled.
What awaits Utterson and his locksmith inside Jekyll's cabinet is a scene of controlled devastation, a will rewritten in Jekyll's own hand, and two documents that promise at last to explain what Hyde truly is, where he came from, and what the word "disappearance" was always intended to cover.
Stevenson wrote Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde in ten feverish days in 1885, reportedly burning a first draft at his wife Fanny's insistence and producing the version we have in another ten.
The speed shows, and so does the compression. The book is closer to a novella than a novel. Its central idea is too explosive to survive the sprawl of three volumes and a subplot about an inheritance.
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