Tuesday: Chapters Twenty-four to Twenty-eight (and a half)
This may be it. This may be the week that this post doesn’t go up on time. After I finished last week’s Pickwick reading, I moved onto Days of Blood and Starlight (which was amazing and I finished in a day) but I just haven’t bothered picking anything else up. That’s incredibly unlikely me and I’m tempted to blame on just not wanting to pick Pickwick back up.
Anyway, I finally did today, only two days before the deadline… and it just isn’t happening. I can’t get past the text to the point where it becomes images in your head (if that makes any sense), so I’m just reading words and not seeing the story.
It didn’t help that when I jumped back in, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. As it turns out, we were listening to somebody explain how they wanted to propose (and Pickwick providing expert guidance, because he’s always had such luck in that department) but I thought we were talking about the Bardwell v Pickwick issue… and arrrrrgh.
However, this amused me no end:
What fine places of slow torture they are! Think of the needy man who has spent his all, beggared himself, and pinched his friends, to enter the profession, which is destined never to yield him a morsel of bread. The waiting – the hope – the disappointment – the fear – the misery – the poverty – the blight on his hopes, an end to his career – the suicide perhaps, or the shabby slipshod drunkard. Am I not right about them?
Why yes, Mr Dickens. You are indeed quite right about lawyers. Miserable creatures, all.
I don’t know, I don’t think it’s particularly that the book has changed, as there are still some quite funny parts within. I found that Oliver Twist and Great Expectations both switched from being lively and sarcastic into being rather dull… but I can’t even blame Pickwick on that. I think I’m just losing interest from the repetitiveness.
“You recollect the case of the Middlesex Dumpling and the Suffolk Bantam, Grummer?”
Mr. Grummer intimated, by a retrospective shake of the head, that he should never forget it – as indeed it ws not likely he would, so long as it continued to be cited daily.
See!? It’s good. Sometimes.
Unfortunately we got to Chapter Twenty Three and I just couldn’t take it anymore. It’s where Sam goes home to see his father and it’s alsmost incomprehensible.
“Ven you’re a married man, Samivel, you’ll understand a good many things as you don’t understand now; but vether it’s worth while goin’ through so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said ven he got to the end of the alphabet, is a matter o’ taste. I rayther think it isn’t.’
“Well,” said Sam, “good-bye.”
“Tar tar, Sammy,” replied his father.
And so on and so forth. Alright, let’s examine that.
1) Why do they interchange v and w? I thought it was an error in my e-book because NOBODY TALKS LIKE THAT but the rest of the text is fine.
2) Samivel? Really? LEARN YOUR OWN SON’S NAME….
3)… as you can’t do that but are apparently fully able to use a semi-colon.
4) Stop using stupid similes. They’re annoying and made it difficult to read.
5) ‘Tar tar’ makes my OCD flare up so badly I want to be sick.
And then we’re on to Chapter Twenty Four which is written in a rambly present tense and for some reason breaks the fourth wall? Why are we doing that again? I hate you. I slammed it down and gave up.
Wednesday: Chapters Twenty-eight to Twenty-nine
Well, wasn’t I grouchy yesterday? In my defence, I still couldn’t read Chapter Twenty-four without wanting to hit something, so I skipped ahead until we jumped back into the third person for no discernible reason.
Now we’re at the goblins and all is right with the world. Surely this story was a precursor to A Christmas Carol though? Grumpy man, taken away by a spirit on Christmas Eve to watch an otherwise happy family as their youngest son lies dieing?
Thursday: Thirty to Thirty-three
I’ll be honest; I’ve completely lost interest with this book. I’m going to keep reading it as it’s occasionally quite clever but I can’t deal with the plot (or lack thereof) itself. I’m also supremely irritated by some characters (Pickwick) and want to throw up when certain other ones speak (Sam and his father) so it’s safe to say we’re not getting along.
On the bright side, I’m reasonably looking forward to picking it back up as I know the next chapter is the Bardell v Pickwick trial, which I’m actually interested in.
I’m still grateful to Bex for hosting the read-a-long as at least I had the chance to find out that I didn’t like it!