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Charles Dickens called his novel David Copperfield , his "favorite child," and wiser than most parents or authors in his choice of a favorite; always in favor of the most prolonged effort, David Copperfield came to him quickly. «The story bore him irresistibly along, and he was probably never less harassed by interruptions and breaks in his narrative,» says Mr. Forster. Yet Dickens made the book his favorite, agreeing, probably, with the majority of his admirers. If we had to lose all Dickens's novels but one, the choice would be hard between Copperfield and Pickwick . But Pickwick would be…mehr

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Charles Dickens called his novel David Copperfield, his "favorite child," and wiser than most parents or authors in his choice of a favorite; always in favor of the most prolonged effort, David Copperfield came to him quickly. «The story bore him irresistibly along, and he was probably never less harassed by interruptions and breaks in his narrative,» says Mr. Forster. Yet Dickens made the book his favorite, agreeing, probably, with the majority of his admirers. If we had to lose all Dickens's novels but one, the choice would be hard between Copperfield and Pickwick. But Pickwick would be probably a second choice.

Dickens's reminiscences of a neglected childhood awoke in the memory, and this is all he made immortal in David Copperfield with the most tender pity and humor. Dickens was studying Copperfield at the close of 1848. And the novel is so excellent that criticism is swallowed up in pleasure. Dickens was a man with a strong memory of his childhood. This memory seems to be a privilege for an artist, or rather a constituent part of his inspiration. In George Sand's autobiography, for example, her childhood remains to her as vivid a series of pictures. The child of genius is a voyant, its spirit fades into the light of ordinary day, for the majority of humanity, but in the intellect of Dickens, George Sand, Scott, and Wordsworth, it does not fade. The artists never lose "the gleam," and to them, the bright visions of their infancy are always present. The majority of the people abandoned the gleam of childhood, but they who keep it, like Dickens, delight the world.


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CHARLES DICKENS, the most popular of English novelists, was born at Portsea, near Portsmouth, on February 7, 1812. From early boyhood Dickens had shown a fondness for playacting and story-telling. When he was eighteen, he attempted to go upon the stage, and only the accident of illness prevented an interview with the manager of Covent Garden Theatre, which might have lost Dickens to literature. Later, Charles Dickens found some scope for his passion for acting in private theatricals and platform readings. He began to publish his stories in the "Monthly Magazine" in 1833, and in 1836 appeared his first book, "Sketches by Boz". The success of this volume marks the close of his period of hardship. The author was now fairly launched on a successful literary career. "Oliver Twist", "Nicholas Nickleby," "The Old Curiosity Shop," and "Barnaby Rudge" followed in quick succession, and in 1842 Dickens made his first visit to America. On his return to England he produced his "Christmas Carol," the first of his five Christmas stories, and in the following year, 1844, visited Italy. For a short time in 1846, he edited "The Daily News," but speedily returned to fiction in "Dombey and Son" and "David Copperfield," this last the most autobiographical and perhaps the most popular of all his writings. He was engaged in the composition of Edwin Drood when, in 1870, he dropped dead from the bursting of a blood vessel in the brain. He was buried privately in Westminster Abbey.