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Literature CAT Two 97 152 172 L David Copperfield- Charles Dickens Creative Response. Statement of Intention: This creative piece is supposed to be additional chapter to Charles Dickens original manuscript of David Copperfield, I have aimed to write in a manner so it fits in seamlessly with the novel. This piece is an addition to be inserted after chapter 40, The Wanderer. I choose to write this piece as in reading the novel I became fascinated with both the bitter Rosa Dartle and eccentric Aunt Betsy Trotwood. In the novel David Copperfield, they never actually met so I have created a scene that will add to the tension and drama, when these two strong headed characters meet. Dickens frequently uses dialogue and the speech patterns of each character are very distinct and help him create give them personality and depth; for example Mr. Peggotty of the lower class uses words like, “bachelore1” instead of bachelor, “wureld2” instead of world, “nowt3” instead of nothing and “p’raps4” instead of perhaps, while Mr. Macawber another character whom Dickens want to show has pretensions, uses flamboyant language “remunerative5” instead of compensate and “infantine6” instead of endless. Therefore like Dickens, I have also used dialogue to capture both Rosa Dartle’s distinct speech patterns, either evasive or plain accusing and Aunt Betsy’s more abrupt and direct manner. David’s observant, innocent almost naïve and defenseless manner have also been maintain so that this piece is believable. I have recreated David’s manner of using long sentences with many commas in his observations. I have maintained David’s narration of the story, as the rest of the novel is written from David’s point of view. I have tried to remain true and consistent with the original by including David’s friendship with Traddles, Mr. Dick’s residence in the room above the Chandler’s shop and Mrs. Crupp’ s feud with Aunt Betsy. I have tried to mimic Dickens’s use of description of bad weather to foreshadow. He uses a foggy, cold morning when David discovers of his mother’s illness and eventually her death7, the rainy night when the Little Emily’s disappearance is discovered,8 and the tempest 1 Dickens, Charles, David Copperfield, Penguin Books, London, 1996, p.40 2 Ibid., p.434 3 Ibid., p.434 4 Ibid., p.434 5 Ibid., p.380 6 Ibid., p.380 7 Ibid., p.122 8 Ibid., p.415 1 Literature CAT Two 97 152 172 L before Ham and Steerforth drown9. Similarly, I have reflected David’s unfriendly meeting with Rosa Dartle through the use of a rainy day. I also used detailed descriptions of the appearance of Rosa Dartle, to expose her true character as Dickens does with Mr. Murdstone10, the sly waiter who cheats David11 and Uriah Heep12. I have used exaggeration like Dickens; for example, I describe that Rosa Dartle might burst like a bubble and wear out David’s carpet. I have also exaggerated the character of Mrs. Crupp in an attempt to create humour in my piece. Dickens also exaggerates many of his characters such as Dora’s childishness, and Mr.Barkis’ pettiness. I have attempted to create mystery and suspense in my readers but not revealing the identity of a mystery lilac lady following David. This is similar to Dickens use of Aunt Betsy’s ex-husband following her around London13. This is reflective of Dickens use of mystery to ensure that readers by the next edition of his serial newspaper. I use surprise and coincidence (like Miss Murdstone just happens to be Dora’s companion14 and Dora and Jip her little dog died on the same night15), as Rosa Dartle just happens to be in David’s apartment building. Dickens often uses retrospect as David is narrating the events long after they happened; in my piece I used David’s realisation that Rosa Dartle came to seek his out at his apartment building. I am building on the sub-plot of Emily and Steerforth. Hinting to my readers Rosa Dartle’s eagerness to find Steerforth is unnatural and that her anger and jealously towards Emily is also unnatural if she was not in someway romantically attracted to Steerforth. 9 Ibid., p.721-731 10 Ibid., p.30 11 Ibid., p.70-73 12 Ibid., p.209, 212 13 Ibid., p.326-327 14 Ibid., p.364 15 Ibid., p.704-706 2 Literature CAT Two 97 152 172 L I had not long departed from Traddle’s when I saw an uneasy figure lurking by the sidewalk. As it was not polite to stare and since I could not place this lady’s figure, I chose not to stare and suppress my instincts. So hence I walked swiftly through the poorly paved streets of London whence I was reminded of my younger days with the Macawbers. It had been a particularly wet winter that year and it had been raining a good part of the day, the rain reduced itself to a mere drizzle for more than half an hour when I bid Traddles farewell at his door, but presently the light drizzle began to thicken. The beads of rain had become piercing splinters of icy particles; they stung my face and began to dampen my hair; I fancied that the rain was a reflection of my aunt’s, and my, poor fortune at present. As crossed Williams Street, I passed the fruit markets and was distinctly reminded that my aunt had hinted that she had missed having fresh apples since coming to stay in London, so I crossed back to the market, where again I saw the strange figure in lilac now pointing to a batch of roasted almonds on a stand. I could not see a face, as the vendor of the little stand persisted in blocking my view of her and I did not presume that this lady had indeed been following me, for she could merely have been any lady on her to the markets. After I had made my purchase, I looked for the lady in lilac again, but she had disappeared into a large crowd of poor women and housekeepers shopping at this hour. The rain had now progressed to collecting on my head; it had created channels out of my hairs for the water to flow through, and it followed the channels till it reached my forehead where it slid down to brow where I wiped it off. This ritual had become a constant agony, when at last I reached my building. Upon stepping inside my dwellings, who was I to find standing at the bottom of the staircase but Rosa Dartle. She addressed me directly, “Mr. Copperfield, what good fortune it is that I should see you here. This is such a surprise, eh? I’m so ignorant of the weather and I forget to bring an umbrella with me and I had just stepped into this building to shelter from the rain. Mr. Copperfield, who are you visiting?” When I acquainted Miss Dartle with the information that, I lived in this building. She briskly invited herself into my apartment for a short visit. Later, of course, I realised that Miss Dartle choosing my building of all the buildings in London to shelter from a storm indeed was somewhat unlikely. “Mr. Copperfield, you do have some very comfortable arrangements here. Best of all I would have to say is your fire,” she said as she moved over to the fire to warm her hands. 3 Literature CAT Two 97 152 172 L There was something about her manner that surprised me more than her being in my building that day; something in the way, she spoke. It was almost as if she offered too much. I did not think that the Rosa Dartle I meet at Highgate would have spoken more than ten words together that was not in some way really a question. Nevertheless, as I observed her in this the poorly lit room, it seemed that my coal fire had helped her in someway resume her usual manner. She stood now with her back to the fire; her black eyes darkened with questions as she blocked any heat or light emanating from the blaze. Standing there she observed me at the door with her unrelenting, sharp, hawk-like eyes and the white cut above her lip seem to have grown prominent in her face. “Miss Dartle would you care for some tea? It will warm you right up. And you must meet my Aunt Trotwood who has come to stay with me. She is probably in her room.” I rang for Mrs. Crupp to make tea and went in search of Aunt Betsy in her room but then I spotted a note for me on the sideboard with her neat calligraphy, she had written “Trotwood”. I grabbed at the note fearing something ill had fallen on my aunt; however the content merely revealed that Mr. Dick had insisted upon my aunt returning his calls by visiting him in his room above the Chandler’s shop. I looked up at Miss Dartle and her gazed had moved from me to the floor in front of her as she paced almost in an impatient manner in front of the fire. She paced almost as if she wished to wear out my carpets and the once feeble fire within her seemed to me now to have reignited itself. She looked up to find my gaze upon her. “I’m afraid Miss. Dartle that we might not have pleasure of my aunt’s company today”.