Dickens is very well known in England but there are very few who can understand and enjoy his work.Nowadays Dickens may seem unfashionable and too classic.But as far as I remember Dickens has been in my childhood and adulthood both memory and lighthouse .The first English book I was given by my mother was Dickens .A Christmas Carol was an altar of novelty and imagination.Scrooge was the nightmare Christmas .Later on I found out that my uncle was teaching subversive literature …that of Dickens …as if literature itself may be called subversive.
Later on i would listen to my mother taking about Bleak house.Today I am finding myself studying in Canterbury,Kent on the footsteps of Bleak house .Gazing at the shores of Broad stairs,a pitch in a high hill shore mixed with sand and water, makes my knees tremble.The sunny cold weather touches me as a knife.I was once young very young and father Dickens is still in purse .Christmas is coming and I read Oswell’s essay on Dickens.I can’t stop .It goes and goes on forever.Social activism and moral ism ,both Dickens and Orwell had ,mirrors myself.It seems that humanity is shivering at its periphery.Both of them are freedom fighters.I can’t help myself to be a romantic in a very Victorian ….age….our age!!
