Picturing

Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (1850).

I love how David’s development into a novelist is something that he says so little about. “I pictured to myself” is an early sign of an imagination at play. By chapter forty-six, David is, in the words of another character, “beginning to be famous,” yet he’s said hardly anything about his writing. In chapter forty-eight, he tells us that “It is not my purpose, in this record, though in all other essentials it is my written memory, to pursue the history of my own fictions.”

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