I don’t know about you, but I often daydream about which books, movies or albums I’d take to a desert island and, for the past ten years or so, David Copperfield has been on that list. I studied Dickens at school, but it bored the pants off me, so I can only imagine that I’ve matured with age, at least in this regard.
David Copperfield, along with Great Expectations, is, in many ways, the perfect novel. Full of brilliantly realised and memorable characters with a plot that (in both cases) traverses a great deal of time as well as distance, DC is partially autobiographical. Some of the scenes of David’s childhood are written almost entirely from Dickens’ memory and they’re all the more poignant for that.
Copperfield contains some of Dickens’ greatest characters. Micawber, Betsey Trotwood and Uriah Heep are three of the best. Completely unforgettable.
So, I recommend giving the book a try if you haven’t yet read it – it’s well worth persevering with as Dickens never used one word when ten would do 🙂