In the morning my wife pointed at Google’s latest Google-Doodle on Charles Dickens’ 200th birthday.
We have been really preoccupied trying to find a new place to move to because we need to vacate our current house in a few days. With lots of uncertainty looming around coupled with an anxiety to meet professional commitments ensured that the mention quickly got forgotten. Just now while quickly checking my Facebook messages I came across this blog post dedicated to Charles Dickens, and I just thought, what the heck, Dickens is perhaps the first writer I started reading seriously and he must have left an indelible mark on the way I express myself (or at least used to express myself a few years ago) through my writing, and I can’t even write a quick blog post on this occasion?
I have always loved his dark, gloomy and romantic narratives and unconsciously tried to imitate him. Although later on I began to find his work less impressive as I read more and more of Dostoevski, Tolstoy, and Somerset Maugham, “Great Expectations” still remains a novel I have most repeatedly read and I may still read again and again.
So before my clients say, “You have enough time to write a blog post on Charles Dickens but you don’t have time to work for us,” I must end this hurried commemoration and get back to work. Happy Birthday Charles Dickens. You have really enriched the world of literature. No matter how you were in your personal life, you were a great gift to the world.