Book of a lifetime: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

From The Independent archive: Thomas Keneally on a life-changing encounter with Pip and Co

Martita Hunt and Jean Simmons in the 1946 film adaptation (Universal Pictures)

Great Expectations was perhaps the first “big book” I really got through at a gallop when I was about 11. Instead of being outside, practising to open the batting for Oz, I began the novel when housebound with asthma in a Sydney suburb of no distinction. I have to say that partway through the book my reading got a fillip when, breathing easier, I saw at the local picture house the magnificent film version directed by David Lean and starring John Mills and Alex Guinness. When in the film Finlay Currie, as the convict Magwitch, jumped out at Pip, it conveyed the same electric shock as it did in the book.

As well as that I loved Joe Gargery as one loves a brother – Dickens was always wonderful at writing fraternity, even if there’s something overblown in the ever-virtuous, unblemished young women who lie at the heart of his novels. But dammit! – we want Estella to be real, especially when we’re pre-pubescent, if not forever after. How heartbreaking it was to me at 11 when she married the bully Drummle, and what an aching time until that mistake was remedied and Estella returned to Pip’s orbit. There’s melodrama. I do not fear that unjustly pejorative word. Dickens is the prince of melodrama, and Alleluia for that.

If Pip and the Gargerys and Magwitch did not sufficiently reveal Dickens’s abounding creativity, then there are the riches of Miss Havisham and Mr Pumblechook. When Mr Pumblechook found out on Christmas that Pip had watered down the brandy to give some to the convict Magwitch, I was breathless in a different way than asthma. Mr Wopsle, like so many minor Dickens characters, is a masterpiece, but my favourite lesser being is Mr Wemmick. the lawyer Jaggers’s genial clerk, who lives in a humble enough home but with moat and drawbridge.