My Dear Sir:
Charles Dickens

Here's hoping this communique finds you well under the current circumstances. Please read this at your leisure. You may consider that my intention is to convey a respect for your writing.

It started out like a novel; the title Little Dorrit suggested a biography. This story about Amy Dorrit from childhood to young married adult seemed to go on and on and on. (859 pages at # 10 font) Each event in Little Dorrit's life found you introducing new characters in new places with an elaborate construction. Did you think that this century's reader would have no imagination? Your pen desribes not only each character but their thoughts and their dreams and their letters. Did you think reading would be as lost as snail mail? Some of us read and write snail mail letters. But this verbosity leaves me lost withourt a plot. Who cares what will happen next? Your writing is your art form.

Respectfully yours,