Can there be another book so highly populated with female characters? It is a book, featuring Mr Micawber and Uriah Heep, no less, dominated by women. I had never really noticed this before. I read it first when i was 16, when I suppose I must have identified strongly with DC. A second reading, I think in my thirties or forties, I simply luxuriated in. Now these women strike me powerfully, as though Dickens is giving something away about himself. And just as women are - despite all those godawful homogenising identity politics fascists we're hectored at by - just as people are - they are all quite tremendously different and themselves.
and more, I'm sure, whose names for the moment escape me.