Author: Charles Dickens
Published: 1970 (first published in 1850)
Genre: Classic, Fictional autobiography, Bildungsroman
Disclaimer: If you thought that this David Copperfield is a magician, like I did for a long while, do your research.
Wikipedia will tell you all about how Dickens came to write David Copperfield and that he never meant to publish it. I may just agree with him on that.
There’s always a reason a book is considered a masterpiece, and I’m sure it exists for this one as well, however it escaped me.
826 pages, tightly packed paragraphs, bygone vocabulary and my dwindling patience kept me company in the 7 months it took for me to read David Copperfield. A century ago, it must have been quite a book to occupy time and space, given its length and breadth. It didn’t work out too well in this era though.
I’ll start with what I enjoyed: the language. There were so many phrases that made me smile while I was wearily reading and they almost made up for the fatigue the endless paragraphs were causing. I say that while I write a sentence like that. At times, a small voice in my head wished we still spoke like the 1800s now; I couldn’t help but think of how we spend time now, in comparison.
Time was meant to be filled up 170 years ago, and now we worry about not having enough. Language helped fill up a lot of time, given how sentiments were expressed, questions were posed and advice was elaborate. We have reduced language to TBT, LOL and BRB, to say the least, quite literally, just to not waste time saying it all. That’s all I enjoyed!
I should end the review here, except it wouldn’t be complete and it’s not going to be pretty here on. So, if you love Davy, you could stop here.
I am never going near that book again. There is a higher chance of me going to the moon than rereading David Copperfield again. Did I mention 826 pages? And the vacuum-packed paragraphs? Fine, the length wasn’t impossible. I have read the Millenium Series (1.5 times) and the Harry Potter series (3 times), but the words had room to breathe! I had to constantly step away from the book because the sentences seemed to be blending seamlessly into one another. If David Copperfield was a painting, Dickens would be wonderful. Unfortunately, that’s not the case.
Let’s talk about the story shall we? Or lack thereof? I am not saying I need a giant point to be made. I’d have just appreciated something to look forward to when I put the book down and it was quite ‘putdownable’. I’d wander off and actually forget about Copperfield because there was simply nothing to hook me. Hear me out: I understand that it was meant to capture his slice of life and the time it took place in. I just couldn’t relate to or appreciate. Yes, it sounds shallow. And yes, it’s my honest opinion.
And so, this review ends. It ends with me giving Dickens a 2-star rating and setting social media on fire. I can’t do it – stick to popular opinions and fall at the feet of deities being worshipped (currently, till another one rises). Your opinions are most welcome in the comments, I’d love to talk!
Until next time, Dreamers 🙂
Reader. Learner. Dreamer.
I am all about the little things in life!