This might seem funny to some, but I’m finally getting into the classics. And I’m diving into a couple of big ones. But first, I want to make a connection then focus entirely on these two British and American classic tomes. I’ve begun a YouTube channel that involves me traveling to cafes and parks. Both places are great places to write my own novels, and wonderful places to read. A chance to slow down from the busy world we all find ourselves in.
A Tale of Two Cities is the first. It’s full of vast details and descriptions that make me slow down and think in a way I don’t think I’ve ever done before now. I’ve always needed to read a textbook fast or been in some sort of hurry to finish. And I read slowly. But this time I have no reason to pick up this classic book. Despite only reading the first couple of chapters, I can already tell this will be a cozy read. I feel no reason to keep tabs on too many characters, especially since there are CliffsNotes and Sparknotes out there in case I miss a detail. What makes this an easier time to read is that it’s a digital copy. So I’m able to change the format to suit my needs.
Leaves of Grass has always been heralded as the first American Classic. And it’s poetry; a genre that was made fun of by quite a few adults growing up. But I’ve always felt that anybody could write poetry. Especially a gay man in the 1800’s. Like the Dickens novel, I haven’t read that far into it but I already love what I’m reading. Unlike Two Cities, this is a physical copy, and a beautiful one at that. I don’t have every thought yet about these poems, but I will try. They will spill out in future posts.
I won’t make too many comparisons to these two books. There are obvious differences in things like word count, genre, and subject matter. But both breathe life into their scenes and poems in vastly different ways. Both men are vivid in details that I have never considered. Both speak in a much older way; but considering I haven’t read that many classics this is refreshing. As refreshing as a breathe of fresh air. These books are giving me ideas that I might steal for one of my future books (but who knows).
Sorry to be scarce on more details. I feel like I could write more on them both. But Charles Dickens started out serializing his stories before they were published. So I hope you, dear reader, can permit me to gather my thoughts. Until next time, happy reading and writing!