There you go, I have finally read my first Dickens. I am glad that my first experience turned out so pleasant, and I am looking forward to reading a few more works by him. Looking back at the first pages of the book again, I can’t help but think how surprised I was with Dickens’ language and wonderful characters. Yes, sometimes Oliver was intolerably gullible and overly nice; and yes, maybe the fact that he met his long-lost relatives left and right was a little too much even for a coincidence. However, I never got annoyed , which is pretty amazing, because I am rather sensitive to things like that.
I heard a lot of people had problems with Dickens’ language, finding it sometimes too dry or sometimes too preachy. Personally I find that Dickens’ way of expressing his ideas and beliefs id actually what drew me into the story. I loved strong sarcasm, evident opinions on social stratification and poor living conditions, and somewhat dark humor in places where it is most appropriate. When it came to his storytelling, I didn’t think the story dragged at any point, the way I usually felt with some classics that focused on fruity prose and number of pages. Like I said, sometimes it was hard to believe that Oliver, who grew up on nothing but mistreatment and abuse, could turn out so sweet and innocent. He was almost too perfect of a representation of innocence, taking into consideration that he never was corrupted by all the evil around him. Yes, many of Dickens’ characters might seem a bit too black and white, but I found it rather fitting for what he had been trying to achieve here.
I think I will invest some more time into discovering Dickens’ genius. Few of his books that caught my eye and that are squeezing their way into my reading list are The Christmas Carol, Bleak House, and The Old Curiosity Shop. I just hope I will like them as much as I liked Oliver Twist. Actually, I can see myself re-reading this one a couple of years from now.