Have you ever read a classic that surprised you? I mean something that wasn't what you expected?
I have just finished Kipling's Kim and was astonished. For a start, it's far better than I expected. In fact, I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a novel so much. The prose is wonderful, with gorgeous descriptions of food and landscapes and sunsets. Imagine if Dickens had written about India instead of Victorian England. Well, it's quite similar – filled with energy and joy and movement.
But I was also surprised by the tone. Kipling has been more or less 'cancelled' by the woke mob. I can't see why. Maybe his other books are different, but Kim reads like a love letter to India. The Indian people are depicted with immense love and respect. The Tibetan Buddhist, for example, is gentle and wise (at one point, Kipling places him alongside an English vicar, who is portrayed as rude, oafish and small-minded in comparison). He also celebrates multiculturalism and tolerance between people of different faiths. I bet that the woke bullies who want him banned haven't actually read him at all.
Pride and Prejudice is another book that surpised me. I'd expected something rather stiff and dull – tedious descriptions of petty social customs, that sort of thing. But it's so fresh and vivid. God, Lizzie could be living next door. By the end, I felt like I knew her. It's also a genuinely moving (and believable) love story. I can see why both Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky admired Austen.