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Have you ever read Dickens? Or rather, have you ever sat down and attempted to sift through the garbage pile called classic literature?
Every time I pick up one of his novels, I feel like I’m agreeing to shove fifty pieces of gum in my mouth. He uses so many words to say absolutely nothing. Paragraphs upon paragraphs, and sentences the length of sauropods. It's a headache, a complete mouthful of Victorian nonsense.
It’s obnoxious, it’s a linguistic punishment. And yet, I keep reading.
With each page, I feel this prickling itch under my skin. “Why are you still talking?” “Why are you telling me about the exact shade of soot on some chimney I will never care about?” “Why are you describing a door hinge for three paragraphs?”
But even still it captivates me. I turn the page in annoyance, but I still turn the page. I resent him for it, but I also crave it. It's an abusive relationship between author and reader.
It’s a strange sort of intimacy, to be irritated into continuing. 1800's ragebait. I think part of me respects it.
I am in a one-sided feud with a long-dead Victorian man who can't defend himself. Maybe he wouldn’t care, maybe he’d be delighted, maybe he’d write six chapters about my complaint. Really, I know nothing about the man. I just know I despise him.
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Liberating madness
I think he was paid by the word or sentence that's why.
Fly
I've noticed some people tend to reiterate the same idea over and over, with comparisons or metaphors and whatnot, stemming from a fear someone will misunderstand and or the desire to be completely understood. I've noticed it's more common in autistic people. He might just be autistic
Miixue
The reason Dickens's work is considered classic literature is because he put a spotlight on the lower classes, which was not yet done in victorian literature, and which was revolutionary at the time. The prose is of its era. I find it nice but it's definitely not to the point lol. (Also dont quote me on this but i have heard that sometimes authors were payed by the page, so they did everything possible to add length to their work, like with Victor Hugo)
omar
I feel you girl, because why is it necessary to tell me the exact shade of colour of the socks of someone that isn't even a main character (exaggerating) or stuff like that? Maybe he just had an hyper fixation in colours and he likes to describe them to us, I love to think that. He might have been just weird, I like weird guys, so we respect that victorian guy haha. Anyways, I agree with you haha