( Mr.Dickens : sharply dressed with quill in hand )

Dear bibliophiles

Finally, I dit it. I read through that humungus heavy brick of a thousand pages, of a book. And I couldn't believe the fact that it took so much time lapsing in pages, just to tell an oddly simple story. Well it's a simple story, but nevertheless a classical one. And as we all know ( well most of us ) a classical story simply never dies.
Why ? Because it just can't afford to die, that's why silly. The classic that is gonna be the issue of this blog, is quite simply Charles Dickens' David Copperfield. It is one of the greatest landmarks books to ever grace the foundations of English litterature, and much to the dismay of other snotty and cultivated colleagues, Dickens is probably the only perfect and flawless writer of the Victorian era that I thoroughly enjoy. Through the victorian era, I'd only enjoy one work from Oscar Wilde : The portrait of Dorian Gray, and the complete works of Dickens. That is truly all.

The book itself is invaluably good, a completely orverwhelming piece of fine literature, that reduces easily the talent of current hollywood script-doctors and screenwriters, to a total and dismal shame. David Copperfield in particular, is one the first books that you simply need to read, for once knowing what is a great book that must be well-read and well-written, whatever the cost. In the Copperfield book, we see all the key literary influences of Dickens from his young life, as the character of little Davy Copperfield.

Everyone is suppose to know Charles Dickens for his poetic and sardonical style. It's simply that imperative. And the bible-length book is completely florid with this particular style. Some of the time, this is the kind of humour that comes quite as a misplace. We don't find particulary funny the dramatic scene he wants to present, even when he slides a couple of jokes, that seems a little bit off. When I mean that his style can be good for everyone, that simply means that for all you young people ; who dont know much on how to write coherently and perfectly and who might be reading this; you can learn from him into making good and long sentences with perfect art. That's how you know writing from watching the great pros doing it. Learning from example.

Of course, for some people, the novel is a classic by itself. It's been proven before, and doesn't need more proving by me, right?
 
WRONG, DEAD WRONG ! Because even in my younger days, even at thirteen, I hardly knew that Dickens existed. And the same thing happens with others kids who are in their teens, have somewhat a hatred or a maligne dislike for reading. In some way, it's a glorification of idiocy, that's done over and over. For you kids, idiots will always happen to say : Books are for prisoners. ( or something like that. Remember kids, I'm not a kid, I just can't force myself to sink at your level. :-) You'll have to rise to mine.) But not today. I believed I've read Copperfield along with Great Expectations.

In short, the book is about the life story of a young Englishman David Copperfield through his sad days with an abusive stepfather and aunt in a unhappy childhood, and a cowardly and pathetic mother, Clara who is powerless to side wih her own kid who is David. Really despicable the common cowardice of women, huh ? After elementary school, David works in a factory owned by his stepfather with the help of a business partner, at 15 years old. Davy escapes the factory, to live with his other aunt, the sister of his biological father, that died in a war, several months before his own mother gave birth to him. He plans on never coming back home to his stepfather, whom his own mother passed away in his company. His aunt finally adopts him, repelling his abusive stepfather that wanted him to come back to his house. The rest is David becoming a grown and fulfilled adult and it ends there. 

It's great, its dramatic, simple and poignant. A true classic and also the book of a whole lifetime, if you miss this, you miss your whole life. Really. 

You couldn't say I never warned you before.


M. M