Deeply disappointed.
Sometimes you read a classic and understand why it is one, and then there's this.
Misogynistic, racist, imperialistic, florid and overwritten. The unforgettable opening line is instantly undercut by pointless repetition. The final unforgettable line is undercut before it's delivery by suggesting the quote was purely imagined.
I did not know that much of Dickens life before I read this, but afterwards I was so disturbed by his female characterisations that I had to look it up. Frankly his personal (and worrying) behaviour towards women had obviously bled through to this and other works.
And before anyone points out that he wrote it 150 odd years ago and times were different, Shakespeare was by far a large superior and predates Dickens, and Jules Verne was a contemporary and is also.
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