“You have been the last dream of my soul.”
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
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“Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching,
and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be.
I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.”
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
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1812 – 1870
As a recap for this final Dickens post, it is worth repeating that Dickens is acknowledged as the greatest English writer, the most ingenious one, in a class of his own. His books seem not to have been plotted by the writer but traversed with his gift of observation and inspiration, as physically present and psychologically unfathomable as possible to engage his genius. He leads his reader down murky alleyways, misleading avenues, often strange and vivid, a world of dreamscape, so compelling that it isn’t easy to put it down. In one of his books, the heroine is already dead, but as the story was first published in instalments, in New Year’s harbour crowds gathered awaiting the arrival of the ship, and calling anxiously to the crew, “Is Little Nell still alive?”
Little Nell and her grandfather from “The Old Curiosity Shop”
When we open one of his formidable tomes, the sense of excitement and expectation, of dynamism and pulsating reality, is overwhelming. His stories are ultimately about the fate of the hero but are more truly dependent upon discovering, one step at a time, the destination of his journey. Dickens’ “biographical” approach to writing is a reason why his supporting characters, who contribute so much to the pleasure of reading his stories, are so boldly drawn and might be described not as beings but as experiences. All of which provide the enduring popularity of all his books. Several have been adapted for film and television.
A Tale of Two Cities
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”
A Tale of Two Cities may have the most famous opening of any novel ever written, but the frequent application of its words outside the novel’s specific context gives it an edge over the other writers. Echoing the dichotomies invoked in its opening sentences, the work unfolds in a series of parallels and mirrorings, alternating between London and Paris in the years before and during the French Revolution. Indeed, the plot turns on the uncanny resemblance between two men, Charles Darnay and Sydney Carton, the first a progressive noble from an aristocratic, cruelly reactionary French family, the second a brilliant but dissolute English lawyer who both represents and resents Darnay, ultimately coming to his rescue when the Frenchman falls afoul of the French Revolution’s unforgiving fervour.
An enthusiastic guide, courtesy of Books and Things:
Despite being among its author’s most widely read novels, A Tale of Two Cities is the least Dickensian. Swept along through the rapid movement of the complex plot and the frantic history that propels it, the narrative reveals the character through action and incident rather than through Dicken’s more typical reliance on dialogue and personality quirks.
Missing too is the sense of comedy that leavens and enlivens even the darkest of his other books. As a consequence, A Tale of Two Cities is the neatest storytelling contrivance in Dickens’s oeuvre. Although it lacks the warmth and humour of his other tales, it has the alternately intimate and violent passions of the Revolution – both brilliantly embodied in the baleful figure of Madame Defarge, knitting and scheming with ruthless intensity – to meld its themes of vendetta, betrayal, regret, sacrifice, and resurrection into a headlong chronicle of historical drama and personal nobility. The pageant concludes with Carton’s final thoughts, nearly as memorable in expression as the novel’s first lines: “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
“Violin Concerto No. 2 in D Major”, K. 211: III. Rondeau. Allegro by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, performed by Maxim Vengerov and Verbier Festival Chamber Orchestra:
Two extracts from A Tale of Two Cities follow:
(I) Monsieur Defarge enters his shop with the mender of roads and takes him to the attic with the three “Jacques.” The mender of roads tells his story.
“Defarge closed the door carefully, and spoke in a subdued voice:
‘Jacques One, Jacques Two, Jacques Three! This is the witness encountered by appointment, by me, Jacques Four. He will tell you all. Speak, Jacques Five!’
The mender of roads, blue cap in hand, wiped his swarthy forehead with it, and said, ‘Where shall I commence, monsieur?’
‘Commence,’ was Monsieur Defarge’s not unreasonable reply, ‘at the commencement.
‘I saw him then, messieurs,’ began the mender of roads, ‘a year ago this running summer, underneath the carriage of the Marquis, hanging by the chain. Behold the manner of it. I leaving my work on the road, the sun going to bed, the carriage of the Marquis slowly ascending the hill, he hanging by the chain—like this.’
Again the mender of roads went through the whole performance; in which he ought to have been perfect by that time, seeing that it had been the infallible resource and indispensable entertainment of his village during a whole year. Jacques One struck in, and asked if he had ever seen the man before?
‘Never,’ answered the mender of roads, recovering his perpendicular. Jacques Three demanded how he afterwards recognised him then?
‘By his tall figure,’ said the mender of roads, softly, and with his finger at his nose. ‘When Monsieur the Marquis demands that evening, ‘Say, what is he like?’ I make response, `Tall as a spectre.’’
‘You should have said, short as a dwarf,’ returned Jacques Two.
‘But what did I know? The deed was not then accomplished, neither did he confide in me. Observe! Under those circumstances even, I do not offer my testimony. Monsieur the Marquis indicates me with his finger, standing near our little fountain, and says, `To me! Bring that rascal!’ My faith, messieurs, I offer nothing.’
‘He is right there, Jacques,’ murmured Defarge, to him who had interrupted. ‘Go on!’
‘Good!’ said the mender of roads, with an air of mystery. ‘The tall man is lost, and he is sought—how many months? Nine, ten, eleven?’
‘No matter, the number,’ said Defarge. ‘He is well hidden, but at last he is unluckily found. Go on!’
‘I am again at work upon the hill-side, and the sun is again about to go to bed. I am collecting my tools to descend to my cottage down in the village below, where it is already dark, when I raise my eyes, and see coming over the hill six soldiers. In the midst of them is a tall man with his arms bound — tied to his sides — like this!’
With the aid of his indispensable cap, he represented a man with his elbows bound fast at his hips, with cords that were knotted behind him.
‘I stand aside, messieurs, by my heap of stones, to see the soldiers and their prisoner pass (for it is a solitary road, that, where any spectacle is well worth looking at), and at first, as they approach, I see no more than that they are six soldiers with a tall man bound, and that they are almost black to my sight — except on the side of the sun going to bed, where they have a red edge, messieurs. Also, I see that their long shadows are on the hollow ridge on the opposite side of the road, and are on the hill above it, and are like the shadows of giants. Also, I see that they are covered with dust, and that the dust moves with them as they come, tramp, tramp! But when they advance quite near to me, I recognise the tall man, and he recognises me.'”
“Mother Nature” by Miguel Berkemeier:
(II) Mr Lorry and Sydney Carton have an exchange on leading a good life.
“They were both silent.
‘Yours is a long life to look back upon, sir?’ said Carton, wistfully.
‘I am in my seventy-eighth year.’
‘You have been useful all your life; steadily and constantly occupied; trusted, respected, and looked up to?’
‘I have been a man of business, ever since I have been a man. Indeed, I may say that I was a man of business when a boy.’
‘See what a place you fill at seventy-eight. How many people will miss you when you leave it empty!’
‘A solitary old bachelor,’ answered Mr. Lorry, shaking his head. There is nobody to weep for me.’
‘How can you say that? Wouldn’t She weep for you? Wouldn’t her child?’
‘Yes, yes, thank God. I didn’t quite mean what I said.’
‘It is a thing to thank God for; is it not?’
‘If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, ‘I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!’ your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?’
‘You say truly, Mr. Carton; I think they would be.'”
In A Tale of Two Cities Charles Dickens describes one of bloodiest events in European history; that is the French Revolution of 1789 and its immediate aftermath, the Reign of Terror (1793-94). In his preface to A Tale of Two Cities, Dickens proclaims his passion for truth in historical writing, as well as his admiration for the work of Thomas Carlyle, who also sought to convey historical truth:
“When I was acting, with my children and friends, in Mr. Wilkie Collin’s drama of The Frozen Deep, I first conceived the main idea of this story. A strong desire was upon me then to embody it in my own person; and I traced out in my fancy the state of mind of which it would necessitate the presentation to an observant spectator, with particular care and interest.
As the idea became familiar to me, it gradually shaped itself into its present form. Throughout its execution, it has had complete possession of me; I have so far verified what its done and suffered in these pages, as that I have certainly done and suffered it all myself.
Whenever any reference ( however slight) it made here to the condition of the French people before or during The Revolution, it is truly made, on the faith of trustworthy witnesses. It has been one of my hopes to add something to the popular and picturesque means of understanding that terrible time, though no one can hope to add anything to the philosophy of Mr. Carlyle’s wonderful book.”
A Tale of Two Cities is considered by one critic of Victorian fiction, Newlin, as the “most successful historical novel ever written” in English, and is the second bestselling novel of all time (200 million copies), beaten only by Don Quixote (500 million copies).
“Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme” (Sleepers wake), BWV 645 by J.S. Bach, performed by Yo-Yo Ma, Chris Thile, and Edgar Meyer:
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Like David Copperfield, Great Expectations is the story of a child coming of age, told in the first person. Like David Copperfield as well, it is a story of a young man coming to grips with his unassuming legacy and practical place in the world. More nuanced and darker in mood than the earlier novel, however, Great Expectations is its author’s deepest work on the terrain of childhood and the fears and fates that spring from it.
Anchored in a Kentish village, around which the years and events of the complicated plot will revolve, the book returns Dickens to his native ground in search not of autobiographical details, but of the familiar spirits and psychological tempers that nurtured his imagination: the injuries of class, the uncertainties of love, the snobberies of fashion, the limited purview of personal agency, the coincidence – or is it more? – that links crime and fortune, or goodness and inequity.
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From the thrilling opening scene in which the young Philip Pirrip (or simply Pip, as he introduces himself) is surprised on a visit to his parents’ graveside by an escaped convict who presses the boy into his service, we are seized by the story and pulled into its embrace. As we follow Pip’s progress – his enthrallment to the alluring young Estella; his fascination with Miss Havisham (one of Dickens’s greatest characters, a woman so traumatised by disappointment that she has sat for years, transfixed by loss, in the setting of her unconsummated wedding celebration); the arrival of his “great expectations“ in the form of an inheritance whose source is mysterious; his estrangement from his good and noble brother-in-law, Joe Gargery – we are rapt by the choreography of character, incident, and brilliantly paced suspense.
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Dickens notoriously rewrote the final scene, mitigating the bleakness of his original ending to offer the promise of a fulfilling reconciliation between Pip and Estella. Whatever the particulars of the pair’s destiny, the rich satisfaction of the novel remains. In the end, Great Expectations is not really about expectations at all, but about regret, and as powerfully so as any book in our language. Where Pip’s literary sibling David Copperfield is discovering his future, making his way in the world, the protagonist of Great Expectations is uncovering his past, illuminating all the shadows of the self that remembrance can conjure. Moving with narrative verve between London and the countryside, the book depicts in vivid colours the humbling of youthful presumptions by the inscrutable and for the Lucky, at least – wisdom–inducing quandaries of life.
“In Moonlight” by Edward Elgar, performed by Pinchas Zukerman and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra:
An extract, in which Herbert Pocket subtly corrects Pip’s poor table manners, gives him the nickname “Handel,” and tells him the whole story of Miss Havisham:
“We had made some progress in the dinner, when I reminded Herbert of his promise to tell me about Miss Havisham.
‘True,’ he replied. ‘I’ll redeem it at once. Let me introduce the topic, Handel, by mentioning that in London it is not the custom to put the knife in the mouth—for fear of accidents—and that while the fork is reserved for that use, it is not put further in than necessary. It is scarcely worth mentioning, only it’s as well to do as other people do. Also, the spoon is not generally used over-hand, but under. This has two advantages. You get at your mouth better (which after all is the object), and you save a good deal of the attitude of opening oysters, on the part of the right elbow.’
He offered these friendly suggestions in such a lively way, that we both laughed and I scarcely blushed.
‘Now,’ he pursued, ‘concerning Miss Havisham. Miss Havisham, you must know, was a spoilt child. Her mother died when she was a baby, and her father denied her nothing. Her father was a country gentleman down in your part of the world, and was a brewer. I don’t know why it should be a crack thing to be a brewer; but it is indisputable that while you cannot possibly be genteel and bake, you may be as genteel as never was and brew. You see it every day.’
‘Yet a gentleman may not keep a public-house; may he?’ said I.
‘Not on any account,’ returned Herbert; ‘but a public-house may keep a gentleman. Well! Mr. Havisham was very rich and very proud. So was his daughter.’
‘Miss Havisham was an only child?’ I hazarded.
‘Stop a moment, I am coming to that. No, she was not an only child; she had a half-brother. Her father privately married again—his cook, I rather think.’
‘I thought he was proud,’ said I.
‘My good Handel, so he was. He married his second wife privately, because he was proud, and in course of time she died. When she was dead, I apprehend he first told his daughter what he had done, and then the son became a part of the family, residing in the house you are acquainted with. As the son grew a young man, he turned out riotous, extravagant, undutiful—altogether bad. At last his father disinherited him; but he softened when he was dying, and left him well off, though not nearly so well off as Miss Havisham.—Take another glass of wine, and excuse my mentioning that society as a body does not expect one to be so strictly conscientious in emptying one’s glass, as to turn it bottom upwards with the rim on one’s nose.’
I had been doing this, in an excess of attention to his recital. I thanked him, and apologized. He said, ‘Not at all,’ and resumed.
‘Miss Havisham was now an heiress, and you may suppose was looked after as a great match. Her half-brother had now ample means again, but what with debts and what with new madness wasted them most fearfully again. There were stronger differences between him and her, than there had been between him and his father, and it is suspected that he cherished a deep and mortal grudge against her, as having influenced the father’s anger. Now, I come to the cruel part of the story—merely breaking off, my dear Handel, to remark that a dinner-napkin will not go into a tumbler.’
Why I was trying to pack mine into my tumbler, I am wholly unable to say. I only know that I found myself, with a perseverance worthy of a much better cause, making the most strenuous exertions to compress it within those limits. Again I thanked him and apologised, and again he said in the cheerfullest manner, ‘Not at all, I am sure!’ and resumed.
‘There appeared upon the scene—say at the races, or the public balls, or anywhere else you like—a certain man, who made love to Miss Havisham. I never saw him, for this happened five-and-twenty years ago (before you and I were, Handel), but I have heard my father mention that he was a showy-man, and the kind of man for the purpose. But that he was not to be, without ignorance or prejudice, mistaken for a gentleman, my father most strongly asseverates; because it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself. Well! This man pursued Miss Havisham closely, and professed to be devoted to her. I believe she had not shown much susceptibility up to that time; but all the susceptibility she possessed, certainly came out then, and she passionately loved him. There is no doubt that she perfectly idolized him. He practised on her affection in that systematic way, that he got great sums of money from her, and he induced her to buy her brother out of a share in the brewery (which had been weakly left him by his father) at an immense price, on the plea that when he was her husband he must hold and manage it all. Your guardian was not at that time in Miss Havisham’s councils, and she was too haughty and too much in love, to be advised by any one. Her relations were poor and scheming, with the exception of my father; he was poor enough, but not time-serving or jealous. The only independent one among them, he warned her that she was doing too much for this man, and was placing herself too unreservedly in his power. She took the first opportunity of angrily ordering my father out of the house, in his presence, and my father has never seen her since.’
I thought of her having said, ‘Matthew will come and see me at last when I am laid dead upon that table;’ and I asked Herbert whether his father was so inveterate against her?
‘It’s not that,’ said he, ‘but she charged him, in the presence of her intended husband, with being disappointed in the hope of fawning upon her for his own advancement, and, if he were to go to her now, it would look true—even to him—and even to her. To return to the man and make an end of him. The marriage day was fixed, the wedding dresses were bought, the wedding tour was planned out, the wedding guests were invited. The day came, but not the bridegroom. He wrote her a letter—’
‘Which she received,’ I struck in, ‘when she was dressing for her marriage? At twenty minutes to nine?’
‘At the hour and minute,’ said Herbert, nodding, ‘at which she afterwards stopped all the clocks. What was in it, further than that it most heartlessly broke the marriage off, I can’t tell you, because I don’t know. When she recovered from a bad illness that she had, she laid the whole place waste, as you have seen it, and she has never since looked upon the light of day.'”
I think that this post has illuminated the genius and magic of the extraordinary writing of the novelist who captivated millions of his readers for different reasons: its distillation of lived and observed experiences gives us more imaginative substance than the most far-flung adventures, turning an unlikely protagonist into an unforgettable hero/heroine. And Dickens as a writer is immortal.
I will leave the final word to Dickens with another extract, where Pip returns home for a funeral, and tries to mend his relations with Joe and Biddy:
“Early in the morning I was to go. Early in the morning I was out, and looking in, unseen, at one of the wooden windows of the forge. There I stood, for minutes, looking at Joe, already at work with a glow of health and strength upon his face that made it show as if the bright sun of the life in store for him were shining on it.
‘Good by, dear Joe!—No, don’t wipe it off—for God’s sake, give me your blackened hand!—I shall be down soon and often.’ ‘Never too soon, sir,’ said Joe, ‘and never too often, Pip!’ Biddy was waiting for me at the kitchen door, with a mug of new milk and a crust of bread. ‘Biddy,’ said I, when I gave her my hand at parting, ‘I am not angry, but I am hurt.’ ‘No, don’t be hurt,’ she pleaded quite pathetically; ‘let only me be hurt, if I have been ungenerous.’ Once more, the mists were rising as I walked away. If they disclosed to me, as I suspect they did, that I should not come back, and that Biddy was quite right, all I can say is,—they were quite right too.”
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41 thoughts on “Great Books of the World – Part 24”
A very dickens of a post. I loved the illustrations that you included.
Thank you, Pat, for your first, as always, and kind comment! Let’s hope that Dicken’s spirit will be happy!
The illustrations are from copies of the original editions that I all 36 have.
Thank you, Pat, again, much appreciated.
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Impressive collection of first editions. I’m sure he would approve.
Another amazing read dear Joanna. Thank you so much for the incredible rich history and pictures and music! 💗
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Wonderful illustrations…goodness they must be very precious to you, those original editions! Tale of Two Cities was my favourite. I loved the Sydney Carton character. Maybe it’s the rather seedy character who redeems himself? What must it be like to have so many characters in your mind, as Dickens did. It must be hard keeping them quiet! Another great piece Joanna.
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Thank you for this ravishing walk through Dickens.
I think that you were a bit fretful about missing your own deadline for posting this one Joanna, but I hope that the gremlins have now been sent packing and things are back to normal.
Technical issues aside, it’s been worth the wait, as I knew it would be, and I’m pleased to see that you’ve continued with the Charles Dickens novels. He is definitely one of my favourite authors, but unlike you, I haven’t read all of his books and so I’m always keen to read about those that I haven’t. It includes Great Expectations, and in your own distinctive way, I have a better understanding now of what it’s all about.
No matter how long it takes for your posts to arrive Joanna, I always read and enjoy them, so as far as I’m concerned it doesn’t matter when they arrive, just so long as they do 🤗
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Thank you, Malc, for your wonderfully generous comments! Gremlins are still here but taking over
different parts! Maybe they will get bored with me and move.
Great Expectations it needs to be on your reading list! Did you not see at least one film adaptation?
I must have seen two or three.
Dickens popularity is well deserved because reading his works affects us in a supernatural way, the stories takes us over, as indeed writing them was taking him over, he felt the emotions, pain and fear of his characters and he wrote like a man possess.
Thank you, Malc, again for your kindness. Greatly appreciated.
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You’re welcome Joanna and let’s hope those gremlins clear off 🙂
Thank you, Carolyn, for your interesting commends. Two amendments : I wrote that I have copes of the original editions not the original books. They look splendid on my shelves.
Carton was deeply in love with the girl deeply in love with the nobleman, and give his life for her happiness, without telling her that he loves her. Far from seedy, he was noble.
Time to re-read it again, Carolyn!
I am so glad you liked my short tour through Dickens books.
Thank you, dear Cindy, for your generous comments! Greatly appreciated!
Hugs to you and beautiful Ollie.
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I hope so too. I have just received a link to an information how to deal with a shock when everything you have work on vanished! It happened twice!
😦 Oh Dear!
You can say that again!
If it makes you feel any better Joanna, when the Lincon Imps visited my site last week they ran away with all my photos that I’ve uploaded onto my website – that’s 5,500 images!
I think the cold is freezing my brain – the link is to the technology to deal with the vanishing text not with the shock of losing your work.
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Oh I see. Good luck with it, and snuggle up to a hot water bottle with a nice cup of hot chocolate if all else fails.
Dear Malc, I need your advice on the linguistic matter, if an organization in Poland wants to use the direct translation of their Polish name to the English – Society of Friends., would that have a masonic connotation that they don’t want?
I’m not sure why it should Joanna, but to be more certain I think I would need to know in what context it would be used. You can email me if you want to explain in more deptail.
Dear Joanna, looking back at my early life, I think that Dickens was my favourite author, and many of his ideas about life, what’s right or wrong and so on, are embedded in my own personality.
I have only read A Tale of Two Cities once and this post charges me to read it again! (A long time ago, I remember a vase my parents had in the drawing room. Its background was white and it had a pale pink or red outline sketch of Carton stepping up to the gallows, just like the illustration above. I can still see it but the vase has long gone).
The 2 books that stand out for me are David Copperfield and Great Expectations. David Copperfield I studied at school but they were both serialised on the BBC for Sunday early evening television (the great early days of the BBC when so many classics were televised).
Thank you, again, for this wonderful series of posts! Unfortunately, my current bookshelves feel rather lacking without Dickens. If I was to be a guest on Desert Island Discs (haha) a complete set of Dickens’ works would be great company!
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Dear Ashley, thank you for your memorable comments!
Your shelf is begging for David Copperfield (Only a few pounds on Amazon!), for personal reasons it is my favourite, also most loved by Dickens himself.
Being able to imbue readers with the ideas how to live the good life, is surely a sign of genius for a writer.
Thank you again, Ashley, greatly appreciated.
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PS. O the Desert Island, Dickens works are a must!
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Your observations about and insights into Dickens’ talents are excellent. You’re a scholar!
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Thank you, Neil, for your wonderful and kind comments! I do try especially with writers I love!
Your words are greatly appreciated!
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You always manage to find amazing music to accompany and enhance your beautifully presented posts Joanna. Thank you once again.
Thank you, Peter, for your generous and kind comments!
Very much appreciated!
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A Christmas Carol, David Copperfield and Oliver Twist and now A Tale of Two Cities and Great Expectations. I think you have covered Charles Dickens more extensively than any other writer, and he rightly deserves it, and Joanna, you have done full justice to this exceptional writer.
He has created fictional characters that have been immortalised by his loving readers, as you have mentioned that his biographical approach to writing gives a special tinge to his characters.
He was very much concerned about poor social conditions that were reflected in his writings, e.g. A Tale of Two Cities was written during the upheaval of French Revolution, while Great Expectations was on the childhood and young adulthood of Pip. He founded his own charity also.
The excerpts given by you are interesting and give glimpses of the intensity of his extraordinary writings. As usual, your pictures and videos make the article more interesting to read. Thank you, Joanna, for one more wonderful post.
Thank you, Kaushal, for your wonderful and uplifting comments! I had so much problems in retrieving my post from the gremlins that I almost lost the will to live! As usual, Kaushal, your kindness brings me back to life, thank you!
More from the other writers to follow!
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Another outstanding post Joanna.
You outdid yourself once again with your wonderful information, images, music🙏❤️🙏
Thank you, Dear Luisa for your wonderful comments! I had to fight the gremlins but I am here.
I will continue with more extraordinary writers.
Your words are greatly appreciated.
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As ever, you are most welcome, dear Joanna!
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You’re welcome, Joanna! It happens sometimes, just a click washes out the whole things in a few seconds. But really I was glad to see your post, though belatedly.
You are always so kind, Kaushal!
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Oh, I know he was in love with the girl and that he sacrificed himself for her. I think that is why it is my favourite story. I always felt that it was the sincerest form of love. When I say he was seedy I was referring to earlier in the story when he had become disenchanted with life. He was drinking and disheveled, or maybe I got that bit from the film with Dirk Bogarde who was so perfect in the role.
You’re so welcome Joanna.. always deserved and Ollie is sending love and a scratchy tongue which is the highest compliment… lol Not sure yours used to lick you or not .. xo 💞
I also like the book Tale of two cities by Charles Duncans. George Orwell, I like him the most.
Storytelling is also an art, you read this book with full expression, explained the book very well, and gave detailed information about the TV serial based on this book.
This book is included in the course of English literature in some universities in India, I hope that such students will be specially benefited from your post.
Thank you, Nitin, for your kind comments! Your suggestions are greatly appreciated.
More well-known classic will follow.
Amazing post, Joanna. It is a comprehensive overview of Dickens’ writing style and the themes present in his books. I adore the unique qualities of Dickens’ writing, such as his gift of observation and the way he leads readers through vivid and dreamlike worlds. The comparison of the characters in his books to experiences rather than beings is particularly interesting. The reference to A Tale of Two Cities and Great Expectations as examples of his work.
Thank you, Ritish, for your analytical comments!
Dickens’s writings are a template for how to create a masterpiece, It was just suggested by my reader that my series The Great Books of the World should be accessible or known to the students at Indian Universities as classical literature is thought on some.
Thank you Ritish, again. Your words are greatly appreciated.
After going through your post – the narrative, the illustrations, video and audio clips I have decided to read ‘ A Tale of Two Cities ‘ as soon as possible. I liked the way you have described the style of the writer ‘ Dickens ‘.
I feel happy I happened to follow your website!