Friday, February 27, 2009
I'm currently on a Dickens kick, prompted by a combination of a Dickens biography and the Dickens adaptations on Masterpiece Classic. I made it several pages into The Pickwick Papers before postponing it in favor of Oliver Twist (after watching the conclusion of the adaptation of that novel last week). It's been so long since I've read Oliver Twist that I hardly knew what to expect -- I was delighted by what I found.
Oliver Twist can be depressingly dark at times -- its themes are undeniably painful, and Dickens does not scruple to take you to the lowest rung of the social ladder. But the ending is worth the journey through the mire of London's criminal world.
And any novel is more enriching when it's a copy that was published a hundred years ago and has been "well rubbed" at the corners. Somehow it makes me feel that I get to share my pleasure with the original owner!