In our modern world we’ve become quite fast paced. And our attention span is shorter and shorter and shorter.
But, now and again we’ll take a month or two and go live in a mountain cabin (or cave) with only candles and a root cellar. Or maybe break a hip and be put into traction for a couple months.
These are great times to pick up a big old book by Charles Dickens and slow down.
Not by any means a ‘fast read’, David Copperfield is a story that drops back in time to an age of horse drawn carriages and walking back and forth across London.
As a writer who loves my amazing computer and ‘Scrivener’ word processing program, it’s hard to imagine the quality of craft for an author in 1850 to put out monthly installments and build a novel of this caliber. Bloggers take note.
When we talk about standing on the shoulders of giants… when we talk about capturing the human experience… when we talk of creating characters…
We can all learn plenty by chewing away, and dedicating the long hours, days, and weeks to chipping away at a slow read like this one.
“Chapter XLVIII Domestic”
‘I labored hard at my book, without allowing it to interfere with the punctual discharge of my newspaper duties, and it came out and was very successful. I was not stunned by the praise which sounded in my ears, notwithstanding that I was keenly alive to it, and thought better of my own performance, I have little doubt, than anybody else did. It has always been in my observation of human nature that a man who has any good reason to believe in himself never flourishes himself before the faces of other people in order that they may believe in him. For this reason, I retained my modesty in very self-respect, and the more praise I got, the more I tried to deserve.’