Dickens has long been one of the more embarrassing gaps in my literary knowledge. Prior to picking up Great Expectations, the only book of his I’d read was A Tale of Two Cities—a good book, but one not very representative of his typical themes. With its orphaned protagonist, family intrigue, and dissection of the English class system, Great Expectations is much more the quintessential Dickens novel—exactly the sort of story one thinks of as “DIckensian.”
The story is narrated by the aforementioned orphen, a boy named Pip, who begins the novel in the care of his overbearing and resentful sister and her kindhearted but simple husband Joe. A chance encounter with an escaped convict echoes through his life in unexpected ways, though at the titme it seems only to cause him a few days of fear and discomfort. As he grows older, Pip makes the acquaintance of an eccentric shut-in named Miss Havisham, who wears a wedding dress in lamentation of her betrayal by a jilting lover, and her beautiful but cold adopted daughter Estella, whom Pip falls in love with. The story teaks an unexpected turn when Pip learns that a mysterious benefactor has provided him with the financial means necessary to become a gentleman, and he departs for London under the guardianship of the lawyer Jaggers.
The story is full of melodrama and the characters are drawn broadly, demonstrating the heights of either vice or virtue, but both of these characteristics are so dinstinctly ties to Dickens that it would be naive not to expect them. They are simply part of his style, and the richness of his prose and the power of his stories makes them work.
One aspect of the story that surprised me was its humour. It’s been a while, but I don’t recall A Tale of Two Cities as being particularly funny, so some of the great turns of phrase in this book struck me off guard. Dickens wields an erudite wit, dealing slashes of irony so sharp and fine their presence isn’t felt until a couple of sentences later. His writing is rewarding for this, along with its imagery, but it can be dense at times to a modern reader, so my pace was a bit slower than it would be typically be. The book definitely whetted my appetit for more Dickens, though I’ll likely take a break with lighter fare in the meantime.