Dickens

[Anonymous No.13002444]

What should I read by this dude and in what order. I'm currently in possession of
>Oliver Twist,
>Nicholas Nickleby
>David Copperfield
>Hard times

[Anonymous No.13002463]

Bleak house

[Anonymous No.13002633]

Just read Pickwick Papers, which is just about perfect. Dickens perfected his thing with his first novel, and never quite managed to better it.

[Anonymous No.13002639]

>No pickwick

Cmon lad

[Anonymous No.13003685]

bump

[Anonymous No.13003689]

>>13003685
We're only going to recommend ones you don't already own

[Anonymous No.13003722]

>>13002444
of those books:

Oliver Twist then
Hard Times then
David Copperfield

Nicholas Nickleby is very optional as his books go, like Barnaby Rudge; Bleak House, Pickwick Papers and Our Mutual Friend are his other major Major novels. (i do think people here say pickwick over everything because of the pessoa quote however)

all of his full length novels are very worth reading though

[Anonymous No.13003865]

Start with Great Expectations and Our Mutual Friend if you want peak Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities and A Christmas Carol for the memes. Sketches by Boz if you want to go in order, it’s full of great lines.

[Anonymous No.13003936]

>We know a poetical young gentleman—a very poetical young gentleman. We do not mean to say that he is troubled with the gift of poesy in any remarkable degree, but his countenance is of a plaintive and melancholy cast, his manner is abstracted and bespeaks affliction of soul: he seldom has his hair cut, and often talks about being an outcast and wanting a kindred spirit; from which, as well as from many general observations in which he is wont to indulge, concerning mysterious impulses, and yearnings of the heart, and the supremacy of intellect gilding all earthly things with the glowing magic of immortal verse, it is clear to all his friends that he has been stricken poetical.
>The favourite attitude of the poetical young gentleman is lounging on a sofa with his eyes fixed upon the ceiling, or sitting bolt upright in a high-backed chair, staring with very round eyes at the opposite wall. When he is in one of these positions, his mother, who is a worthy, affectionate old soul, will give you a nudge to bespeak your attention without disturbing the abstracted one, and whisper with a shake of the head, that Anon’s imagination is at some extraordinary work or other, you may take her word for it. Hereupon Anon looks more fiercely intent upon vacancy than before, and suddenly snatching a pencil from his pocket, puts down three words, and a cross on the back of a card, sighs deeply, paces once or twice across the room, inflicts a most unmerciful slap upon his head, and walks moodily up to his dormitory.
>The poetical young gentleman is fond of quoting passages from his favourite authors, who are all of the gloomy and desponding school. He has a great deal to say too about the world, and is much given to opining, especially if he has taken anything strong to drink, that there is nothing in it worth living for. He gives you to understand, however, that for the sake of society, he means to bear his part in the tiresome play, manfully resisting the gratification of his own strong desire to make a premature exit; and consoles himself with the reflection, that immortality has some chosen nook for himself and the other great spirits whom earth has chafed and wearied.
He certainly had /lit/s number