The Mystery of Edwin Drood is Charles Dickens' last novel. He died before he finished writing it. I included it in my list for the Fifty Classics project because it was suggested that I read it before I attempt to read Drood by Dan Simmons.
I have to say, I really struggled with this novel. It's not a jolly romp full of interesting characters, like Pickwick Papers or David Copperfield. The opening scene is in an opium den full of strung-out people. Is this Dickens or Sid and Nancy?
The novel takes place in the fictional cathedral town of Cloisterham. Edwin Drood is a young man who is betrothed to a local heiress-orphan unfortunately named Rosa Bud, and even more unfortunately nicknamed "Pussy." Edwin's uncle, John Jaspar, also a young man, is a regular visitor to the opium den and is creepily obsessed with Rosa, who hates him. The engagement of Rosa and Edwin was arranged for them, and neither one of them particularly wants to marry the other.
Enter Neville Landless and his sister Helena, orphans who were raised on Ceylon. They arrive in Cloisterham to finish their education and Neville and Edwin take an instant dislike to each other. There's a drunken fight and a bottle is thrown, which scandalizes the town. Edwin and Rosa amicably break up, and then Edwin disappears late one night after a party. He was last seen with Neville Landless, and the recovery of two of his prized possessions leads the town to suppose he was murdered. Meanwhile, creeper Jasper moves in on Rosa, who flees to her guardian in London. And there the story ends. All clues point to Jaspar as the murderer (if Edwin was actually murdered). Although he professed great affection for his nephew, he may have wanted to get him out of the way so he could marry Rosa himself. He's also the loudest accuser of Neville.
Thus ended Dickens' writing career. I've now learned (from a google image search) that Edwin Drood was adapted for the stage, and also appears to have been made into a BBC movie. I will have to look for the movie. It is not on netflix.
As for the fifty classics project, in which I am supposed to read fifty classics within five years, I am lagging behind. I am nearly halfway through the five-year period, and I have read only eighteen classics. I have just started The Moonstone, by Wilkie Collins.