My introduction to Charles Dickens, like most people, came in the form of watching A Christmas Carol. In my case, the adaptation starred Alastair Sims as Scrooge, whose performance has yet to be surpassed. At some point in my early teens, the idea struck me that I should tackle one of Dickens’ novels. For this purpose, David Copperfield seemed best, only this choice bored me to tears. (At least, it did not bore me so much that I drooled on the page, as occurred while I read a history of early Japan.) A few years later, another Dickens novel was tried and produced the same effect. From that point, I decided A Christmas Carol, the short story, was the only work of Dickens worth reading–and it is a masterpiece.
Lately, that A Tale of Two Cities stood as the bestselling novel of all time–at least, according to Wikipedia–came to my attention. Curious, I checked out the audio book from the library in order to listen to it as I drove. Well, my dear readers, I began not to want my drives to end. Unlike certain previous experiences of Dickens, I found the characters and writing very vivacious. This book well deserves to be among the classics of world literature. Great personalities fill its pages, suspense practically drags the reader willy-nilly through the book, scenes of towering moral courage delight the audience, and it offers a great historical perspective of the times before and during the French Revolution. A true work of genius!
And so, I find myself ready to give other works of Dickens a shot. But, I need to whittle away more on my private library before I take more books out from the public one.