You've just found out you're pregnant. Your hormones are all over the place, you're nauseated all the time, food doesn't taste good, and you can barely make it past 7:30 pm before you're falling asleep sitting upright on the couch.
Sounds like a lot of fun, right? Let's keep going.
Not only are you pregnant, you're a non-traditional student (aged 29) and just started your second semester back at college. It's really important that you do well, and since you're majoring in English, you think a class on Charles Dickens might be just the thing for you.
Then you start reading Bleak House and Nicholas Nickelby, and wonder why you thought this was a good idea. "Bleak" is now forever associated with feeling nauseated, flat, and tired.
Finally, you also work full time, so your Dickens class is from 6-9:30 pm. Your professor, though really nice, is also a boring lecturer and has a habit of turning the lights out to show scenes from some of the movie adaptations of Dickens' books. It's embarrassing, but you fall asleep in class most of the time.
Christmas was a few days ago. You probably read or watched A Christmas Carol. It's traditional, quite possibly one of Dickens' most well-known stories, and you're wondering how in God's name I could possibly not like Charles Dickens.
I'm sure you guessed that I was the pregnant, bored student reading Dickens too late at night. Maybe it's unreasonable to not like an author because of these types of associations. True. I've thought of that.
Maybe the most important reason I dislike is this: he prattled. Why say something in fifty words when you could write it in 500? Over and over and over again. In the same book.
I adore a long book. I have several books on my shelves that are at least 500 pages, and some of them are 1,000 or more. It's not the length of the books that matters, it's that the story is actually being advanced by all of those words filling the pages. J.K. Rowling, George R. R. Martin, and Victor Hugo are all verbose, but when they could write something in fifty words, they wrote something in fifty words.
Dickens needed a good editor.
I hope you've enjoyed the "Things I don't like" series. It was fun to gripe about silly things instead of politics. Any thoughts or comments on this series? Is there a series of ideas you'd like to see me explore in 2017? Please let me know in the comments.