Friday, August 10, 2012

David Copperfield (Volume I), Dickens Charlers


"(...) I would, however, make the reader trust: all my books, this is the one I like. Of course, as a loving father of all my works, I want all price fondly as unblemished as the best father in the world has professed his children, but, like many other parents, I have a favorite child, a son who is the weakness of my heart, and this son's name is David Copperfield. "

This small extract I have taken the liberty to incorporate here, belongs to the prologue of a work whose title reflects the name of its protagonist, and it is safe you can already imagine that it can be. This prologue, I must confess, was one of the simplest, yet most elaborate I have ever had the pleasure of imbibing, 'Simple' is not the appropriate term, the better would be: simple. Dickens immerses you in your meditations, reflexivity and emotion-filled, covered with a blanket of subtle simplicity. Assumes this slight prelude, whose original is not much higher, a formidable incentive that ensures the presence of the reader in the pages ahead.



David Copperfield is a young adult novel of adventure, but not necessarily be considered linked to juvenile literature. This is because there are proper elements of realism, a style, on the other hand, common in Dickens, as well as the time when this work was conceived. The synopsis of this novel is a difficult thing, because history does not present a regular pattern, there is an end to lead the events from beginning to end. The events unfold in unpredictable ways and are devoid of object or an object have to be fleeting and continuously swap, which is why trying to anticipate where a chapter will lead a company may be doomed. Retell a single bit of this story even if you have the noble purpose of encouraging the reader to read it (forgive the redundancy), is a crime for the same and tyranny against literature, given its indisputable classic. But it would be equally unfair to leave you with no idea of ​​the book in question, I will set in England and revolves around the life of a young boy named David Copperfield. This character, kind and affable character, will be shaken from childhood by various misfortunes that will bring you countless times from home and company, however, will find in all moments of happiness.

Guided by the words of the protagonist, narrator of his own adventures, we all witnessed morose feelings that address, all his secrets, every one of his childhood situations that weighs with the renewed reason confers adulthood.

Like so many other works of Dickens, this was initially published in twenty monthly installments, to appear in bookstores later divided into five volumes, due to its extensive length. Perhaps one of the most autobiographical of his favorite author, as he himself suggests in the preface.

From the beginning can be glimpsed the novel is full of humor and satire, and there will be situations or the characters colorful whose intentions it seems difficult to foreshadow, so that at some points laughing can be a challenge. The jumble of feelings that sometimes takes place moments manage to recreate live, so much so that sometimes the reader may think that the facts are less fictional than it initially seemed.

If I had to use my modest empirical knowledge to rate this book, I would say that is one of the few extraordinary individuals whose lines we must-at least once. That David Copperfield is not just a character, is also the world around him, that unique atmosphere that envelops everything, are the bystanders that populate its cold streets, carriages and stagecoaches rolling his ways, that unfortunate family that lies at fireside ... I must have read somewhere that Charles Dickens is the greatest writer of his time, which surprised me since the nineteenth century also hosted Conan Doyle, Stoker and Stevenson among others, just say that this claim, to take immediate and impetuous, begins to look more and more clear. Although you may be venturing in to failure, since the remaining volumes are still to read.

Source: The Gazette reader

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