Monday 27 February 2012

Susan Hill on Dickens


I am halfway through Susan Hill's Howards End is on the Landing. A Year of Reading from Home and I am enjoying it enormously! It's so comforting to know that I am not the only one who has still so many books bought years ago and not yet read. The book by Hill itself is a very good example. I bought it in the summer of 2010, together with sixty-odd others, during my latest visit to England and it's only now that I am reading it. She's such an honest, non-prejudiced writer that it's a real pleasure reading about herself recording her reading experience. The book is the result of "a year reading from home"; that is, a year in which she travelled through the books in her home, those which she had read and wanted to re-read, those she forgot she had and those she had never before read. Delightful.
She devotes a chapter to Dickens, entitled "Great Expectations Behind the Sofa" in which she confesses that one of the reasons why she married her husband, Stanley Wells, because both of them had read, as children, Dickens behind a sofa. In the case of Wells, it was Pickwick Papers, which he read behind the sofa in his family house. For Hill, it was Great Expectations, which she read behind a sofa at her great-aunt's bungalow. I would love to quote here the whole of the chapter but I hope this entry makes you want to read the whole book, so I've just selected some parts. Enjoy!

I have just been down to the sitting room to look at that same set of Dickens, which my great-aung finally gave to me when I was twelve because, she said, I obviously got more out of it than she ever would. I have three other complete sets and now I read the Oxford, in hardback, because it has the original Boz and Phiz illustrations but rather better print. My great-aunt's set is bound in specked brown, the titles are in gold, and the pages have yellowed with age. the paper is of poor quality so that the print is unclear, and it is very small. I do not wear glasses for reading but the type is too small for me all the same. But sometimes I like to open Bleak House or The Old Curiosity Shop and leaf through a few pages because they still smell of my great-aunt's house and the warm den behind the sofa.
      I could spend my year of reading from home with Dickens alone - well, almost. In the silly game of which authors to throw overboard from the lifeboat and which one - just one - to save, I would always save Dickens. He is mighty. His flaws are huge but magnificent - and all of a piece with the whole. a perfect, flawless Dickens would somehow be a shrunken, impoverished one. Yes, he is sentimental, yes, he has purple passages, yes, his plots sometimes have dropped stitches, yes, some of his characters are quite tiresome. But his literary imagination was the greatest ever, his world of teeming life is as real as has even been invented, his conscience, his passion for the underdog, the poor, the cheated, the humiliated are god-like. He created an array of varied, vibrant, living, breathing men and women and children that is breathtakin in its scope. His scenes are painted like those of an Old Master, in vivid colour and richness of huge canvases. His prose is spacious, symphonic, infinitely flexible. He can portray evil and create a menacing atmosphere of malevolence better than any other writer - read Little Dorrit, read Our Mutual Friend, read Bleak House if you don't believe me. He is macabre, grotesque, moralistic, thunderous, funny, ridiculous, heartfelt. Nobody has written as he wrote about London, nobody has described the Essex Marshes so well, nobody has opened a book to such effect as he does in Bleak House. There is no area of life he does not illuminate, no concern or cause he does not make his own, no sentences, no descriptions, no exchanges, no sadness or tragedies or betrayals ...

Hill's account is not a panegyric, as it has been manifest at the beginning of the quote but, in case anyone doubts, she continues as follows:

   There are one or two of his novels that I never want to read again, A Tale of Two Cities being the first. I don't think he felt comfortable writing historical fiction, and it shows. Though I am glad to have read it, I am happy to leave David Copperfield on the shelf, in spite of Mr Micawber, and my husband is welcome to laugh at Pickwick because I never could ...

Saturday 25 February 2012

A hectic week

I have to admit it: I have abandoned Dickens this week. It's not just that I did not have time to write in this blog, but that I could not find the time to read a single letter written by him. I have carried my iPad everywhere with me to no avail. I had over 100 exams to correct plus twenty-something essays and the second semester has just started, with its new classes, new students, new timetables. I've been snowed under with work and just managed to find some time to attend yesterday's concert by the Granada Symphony Orchestra, watch Julius Cesar at the Retroback Film Festival on Wednesday, and the pre-release of Hugo, the latest film by Martin Scorsese, on Thursday.
So, yes, I abandoned Dickens but I found his traces in Scorsese's film. What a beautiful story! I spent all day yesterday telling everyone I met that they had to watch it. Very Dickensian in tone but particularly in the care with which every single character is introduced on screen until it becomes a full-bodied individual. The narrative is beautiful, the photography superb, with an elegant and intelligent use of the 3D, which does not look for the cheap effects that I particularly find so annoying. On top of that, a magnificent performance of Asa Butterfield, the boy with the big blue sad eyes which are, in fact, Hugo's. Scorsese plays homage to the beginnings of cinema, but the film is more than that: it's a story about loss, hope, faith, and the power of narratives to connect people's lives and to help us live our dreams. Beautiful, moving, elegant film. One of those which will remain lodged in my soul forever. Don't miss it!

Sunday 19 February 2012

Dickens's London

I know, I know. This is a bit cheap. I am supposed to be reading Dickens for an hour every day and then sharing my thoughts in this blog, but it's being a busy weekend and I'm afraid I haven't had much time to read... I promise to start afresh tomorrow. In the meantime, please allow me to share with you this map of Dickens's London, which I found at David Perdue's Charles Dickens's Page. Enjoy the last hours of this Sunday, have a good night and a wonderful week!




Saturday 18 February 2012

Who was Boz?

The pseudonym that Charles Dickens used to write these first sketches of daily life in early Victorian London, Boz, apparently came from the way Charles's younger brother, Augustus, pronounced the nickname the writer had given him: Moses. Dickens had taken the name from a character in Oliver Goldsmith's The Vicar of Wakefield and his younger brother could only pronounce it through the nose. Therefore, Moses became Boses and Boses was shortened to Boz.
After I finish reading this delightful collection of impressions of life in Victorian England, I think I will buy this DVD, and possibly the book too. '''''''''''''''''' (This was Michi, agreeing with me, while he tried to open the bottle of brewer's yeast pills. He's addicted to them!).


Friday 17 February 2012

Sketches by Boz (1836). Preface

Honest, direct and humble. In these terms, Dickens addressed the readers of his Sketches by Boz in the Preface. One can only imagine the apprehension he must have felt at seeing the work of his youth published, but also the honesty in not wanting to adulterate it. I
"The whole of these Sketches were written and published, one by one, when I was a very young man. They were collected and republished while I was still a very young man; and sent into the world with all their imperfections (a good many) on their heads.
They comprise my first attempts at authorship -with the exception of certain tragedies achieved at the mature age of eight or ten, and represented with great applause to overflowing nurseries. I am conscious of their often being extremely crude and ill-considered, and bearing obvious marks of haste and inexperience; particularly in that section of the present volume which is comprised under the general head of Tales.
But as this collection is not originated now, and was very leniently and favourably received when it was first made, I have not felt it right either t remodel or expunge, beyond a few words and phrases here and there". 


Thursday 16 February 2012

"The Election for Beadle" and a change of plans

Yes, I have decided that I am changing the order in which I am going to read the Sketches by Boz. After all, I was not alive when they were appearing in the different magazines, so I'd better read them as they are intended to be read by a 21st-century audience. I reached that decision today, after reading "The Election for Beadle" (SB 4), originally published as "Sketches of London No 16" in The Evening Chronicle on  14th July, 1835. Yesterday, when I read "The Four Sisters", I already had the feeling that I was treading on ground that was unknown to me but which Dickens's readers must have known beforehand. The parish of which the narrator talked about had already been the subject of other sketches. Given that the Delphi Classics edition only includes 25 sketches in the section "Original Published Order of the Sketches", something must be amiss. Today, in "The Election for Beadle", I had no doubt. Four paragraphs into the story, the narrator, having introduced one character, tells us that "His great opponent in public life is Captain Purday, the old naval officer on half-pay, to whom we have already introduced our readers." There! No Captain Purday has been introduced to me so far, so I presume he must have appeared in one of the first two sketches. Therefore, tomorrow I start reading the Sketches by Boz from the very beginning, with the section entitled "Our Parish". I'll revisit the beadle election and the four sisters but I am sure to meet many other characters which I should like to be acquainted with already.

Wednesday 15 February 2012

Sketches by Boz 8. "The Four Sisters" (Originally, "Sketches of London Nº 14"

A jewel of a sketch, "The Four Sisters" (SB 3) tells the story of the four Miss Willises who, after having lived in the parish for thirteen years, suddenly get married. All four at once? All married to the same man, Mr. Robinson? No, only one of them becomes Mrs. Robinson but, since all of them behave in exactly the same way during the ceremony and all of them go on living together as before, speculation can only be a matter of course. Nature eventually follows its course and in duetime the mystery is solved.

The four Brodie sisters, picture by Lewis Carroll

I see that this is part of a series of sketches which were published in the group "Our Parish" of Sketches by Boz. I am looking forward to reading them all. Its original title was "Sketches of London No.14) and it was published in The Evening Chronicle, on 18th June, 1935. Interesting anticipation of the description of Coketown in Hard Times, which would reach the press nineteen years later: "Everything was formal, still, and cold - so were the four Miss Willises. Not a single chair of the whole set was ever seen out of its place - not a single Miss Willis of the whole four was ever seen out of hers. There they always sat, in the same places, doing precisely the same things at the same hour"


There are no illustrations in this sketch, so I looked for one.  I chose a photograph of Lilian, Margaret, Ida, and Ethel Brodie, daughters of Oxford Professor Benjamin Brodie, taken by Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carroll). You can access these and many others at http://mural.uv.es/carmapa2/arte8.html, a talk given by Edward Wakeling in various venues in 2003 after the publichation of Lewis Carroll, Photographer. There were, however, other options to illustrate this post. Pick your own:



















To my lovely sister, Irene. Love you tons, sweetie!!!

Tuesday 14 February 2012

Sketches by Boz 7. "A Passage in the Life of Mr. Watkins Tottle". Chapter the Second


Well, well, well, it turns out that the second chapter of "A Passage in the Life of Mr. Watkins Tottle" is not the longest of the Sketches after all. Rather, the edition I am reading is faulty and transfers the reader back in time just before Mr. Tottle is going to deliver Miss Lillerton's note to the clergyman Mr. Timson, so that one goes back to the debtor-prison and has once again the whole account of the young married couple, Mr. Gabriel Parsons's release of Mr. Tottle, the conditions he establishes, the dinner with the Parsons and Miss Lillerton, the confusing proposal and then goes back to the moment in which Mr. Timson's violoncello stops playing and the clergyman is about to enter the scene. Quite a bittersweet sketch this one, which includes a glimpse at life within a debtors' prison. I feel so sorry for poor Mr. Tottle. 

Monday 13 February 2012

Sketches by Boz 7. "A Passage in the Life of Mr. Watkins Tottle". Chapter the first

"A Passage in the Life of Mr. Watkins Tottle" (SB 54), appeared originally published as "Chapter the First" and "Chapter the Second" in two numbers of The Monthly Magazine, January and February, 1835. It was my intention to read the whole of this "Passage" but it just so happens that the second chapter is the longest of all the Sketches I've read up to know and I NEED to go to bed, so I'll just leave you, with Mr. Watkins Tottle, longing to get married, having finally met a prospective candidate, awaiting to make a deeper acquaintance. In the meantime, his good friend Mr. Gabriel Parsons has just told him the most extraordinary story about his courting his wife and the way they spent their wedding-night. Not in the way you would expect, really... Tomorrow, the denouement of this chapter in the life of Mr. Tottle.

Sunday 12 February 2012

Sketches by Boz 6. "The Steam Excursion"

HILARIOUS! ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS! As usual in the Sketches, Dickens maintains a tranquil narrative pace and mounts to a crescendo towards the end of the story. "The Steam Excursion" (SB 51), first published in the Monthly Magazine in October, 1834 had me laughing out loud seeing people unsuccessfully trying to keep their cool in the middle of a stormy boating excursion. Even poor Mr. Hardy gave up pretending and, like the rest of the passage, ended up on the deck, in a not very flattering position: "Mr. Hardy was observed, some hours afterwards, in an attitude which induced his friends to suppose that he was busily engaged in contemplating the beauties of the deep; they only regretted that his taste for the picturesque should lead him to remain so long in a position, very injurious at all times, but especially so, to an individual labouring under a tendency of blood to the head." Pricesless! The plates by Cruikshank summarise the two moods of the story and could very well be labelled "Before" and "After".

Saturday 11 February 2012

Sketches by Boz 5. "Sentiment"

Originally published in Bell's Weekly Magazine, on 7th June, 1934, "Sentiment" (SB47) presents us Dickens at its least sentimental.  If it's meant to be - the sketch seems to imply - it will be, although there doesn't seem to be much hope one way or another to Miss Lavinia Brook Dingwall/Mrs. Butler.

"Mr. and Mrs. Butler are at present rusticating in a small cottage at Ball's pond, pleasantly situated in the immediate vicinity of a brick-field. They have no family. Mr. Theodosius looks very important, and writes incessantly; but, in consequence of a gross combination on the part of publishers, none of his productions appear in print. His young wife begins to think that ideal misery is preferable to real unhappiness; and that a marriage, contracted in haste, and repented at leisure, is the cause of more substantial wretchedness than she ever anticipated."

Friday 10 February 2012

Sketches by Boz 4. "The Bloomsbury Christening" and "The Boarding House" (1934)



Great Russell Square, Bloomsbury... the names take me back in time, to the British Library and all the research I carried out there, for my doctoral dissertation. Tempus fugit. "The Bloomsbury Christening" (SB 55), first published in the Monthly Magazine in April, 1834, introduces the misanthropist Mr. Nicodemus Dumps, a pre-Scrooge figure with none of the latter's redeeming features. The narrator describes him as someone who "was never happy but when he was miserable; and always miserable when he had the best reason to be happy" and, certainly, he does succeed in spoiling the most joyous of celebrations: his godson's christening. Don't you think Garbage's "Only happy when it rains" suits him? I love that song, and I love the rain, but ... God forbid I ever turn into a Mr. Dumps!





As for "The Boarding House" (SB 45), it was originally published in the Monthly Magazine in May and August, 1834 (two chapters) and was the first of Dickens's stories signed by "Boz". This is my favourite sketch up to now, which I have read with Michi - my youngest kitty, whom I found seven months ago today - and had to interrupt for a while so that he could play "Cat Fishing" in my iPad. Of course he won. He's a winner (and a poser, as you can see).


Back to Dickens and "The Boarding House", setting the action in a boarding house allows Dickens to explore all sorts of different character traits, create brilliant dialogues while managing to keep out of the reader's eyes the entanglement which surfaces at the end of each of the two episodes. I wonder if it was ever adapted for the stage. It would have worked wonderfully. Also, I love the cheeky intrusive narrator! Superb, by the way, Cruishank's illustrations for the Sketches.










Charles Dickens in Literatur im Foyer (SWR Fernsehen)

Last night, after writing my entry on this blog, I caught the last minutes of the TV program Literature Im Foyer, dedicated this week to Charles Dickens. Fortunately, in this day an age almost everything can be found on the web. So, here it is:

http://www.swr.de/literatur-im-foyer/-/id=122518/did=9254654/pv=video/nid=122518/zmu3pj/index.html

Thursday 9 February 2012

Sketches by Boz 3. "Mrs. Joseph Porter, Over the Way" and "Horatio Sparkins" (1834)

The Kindle edition that I am using in this adventure (Delphi Classics) mercifully decided to include a separate table of contents including the sketches in their originally published order, together with the dates and magazine titles each piece appeared in. This is exactly what I intend to do: read all of Dickens's works in the order in which they were published, and having them arranged like that in this edition saves me from doing the work myself.
After "A Dinner at Poplar Walk", in January 1834, the Monthly Magazine published "Mrs. Joseph Porter, Over the Way" (SB 53), a very amusing piece of literature of local customs and manners - indeed, what these sketches are meant to be - which reminded me a little bit of Mariano José de Larra's "El castellano viejo". On this occasion, however, rather than a disastrous birthday dinner, the focus of the satire is an amateur performance of Othello. A Iago on Wellington boots, a prompter without spectacles, among many other disasters, turned Shakespeare's tragedy into an impossible comedy. "The audience went home at four o'clock in the mornign, exhausted with laughter, suffering from severe headaches, and smelling terribly of brimstone and gunpowder [you'll have to read why]. The Messrs. Gattleton, senior and junior, retired to rest, with the vague idea of emigrating to Swan River early in the ensuing week". 


Rather more bitter is the next sketch to be published, "Horatio Sparkins" (SB 49), which appeared also in the Monthly Magazine in February, 1834. Reminiscent of Jane Austen's Mrs Bennett, the Maldertons, anxious to mingle exclusively in any society above their own, are intrigued about a Horatio Sparkins which everyone takes to be a sort of Mr Darcy. A prospect candidate for one of their daughters, they invite him to dinner and find him to be an excellent, learned, intelligent young man, so they can only imagine that he must be a barrister. They try by all means to prevent him from learning that Mrs Malderton's brother - Mr. Jacob Barton, who had invited himself to meet the young man - is a grocer. The reader feels that this Mr. Sparkins is not exactly what everyone expects him to be and, certainly, the surprise is served just at the very end. Needless to say, none of the you Malderton girls got married, or, as the narrator had it: "The daisies have thrice bloomed on Camberwell-green; the sparrows have thrice repeated their vernal chirps in Camberwell-grove; but the Miss Maldertons are still unmated. Miss Teresa's case is more desperate than ever; but Flamwell is yet in the zenith of his reputation; and the family have the same predilection for aristocratic personages, with an increased aversion to anything low". 


One cannot say that things have changed that much, can one? Vanitas vanitatis.

Wednesday 8 February 2012

Sketches by Boz 2. "Mrs. Joseph Porter" (tomorrow)

Just got home and I am exhausted. It was a very busy day and I could only read "Mrs Joseph Porter". I am really loving these sketches but... in order to write fairly about them, I need to do it when I am awake. Tomorrow, then, "Mrs. Joseph Porter" and all the other sketches that manage to come along. I'll have so much more time to read tomorrow. Looking forward to it. Till then, good night!

Tuesday 7 February 2012

"A Dinner at Poplar Walk" (1833) - Later "Mr. Minns and his Cousin" (Sketches by Boz 1)

"A Dinner at Poplar Walk" was the first published work of Charles Dickens. It appeared in the Monthly Magazine on December 1st, 1833. It was later included in Sketches by Boz, with the new title that Dickens later gave it: "Mr. Minns and His Cousin". The editors of the Delphi Classics edition of The Complete Works of Charles Dickens decided to open the collection with "A Dinner at Poplar Walk", even though it is included again in Sketches by Boz, with its new title because it marked the beginning of Dickens's career as a storyteller. They add a moving account by Dickens himself explaining his feelings when his story was published:

"... my first copy of the Magazine in which my first effusion - dropped stealthily one evening at twilight, with fear and trembling, into a dark letter-box, in a dark office, up a dark court in Fleet Street - appeared in all the glory of print; on which memorable occasion - how well I recollect it! - I walked down to Westminster Hall, and turned into it for half-an-hour, because my eyes were so dimmed with joy and pride, that they could not bear the street, and were not fit to be seen there."


What a wonderful piece of comedy! What can you expect when Mr. Augustus Minns, "the most retiring man in the world" is invited to dinner by his boisterous cousin, Mr. Octavius Budden, with the hope that the former would make the latter's son his heir? Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Well, if you add that Mr. Minns hates dogs and children, that Mr Budden has, as already said, a son, and that he brings his own dog to Mr. Minns's house to formally invite him to dinner... comedy is served. Some quotes to open up your appetite:


"There were two classes of created objects which he [Mr. Minns] held in the deepest and most unmingled horror; these were dogs, and children. He was not unamiable, but he could, at any time, have viewed the execution of a dog, or the assassination of an infant, with the liveliest satisfaction."


"And Mr. Octavius Budden departed, leaving his cousing looking forward to his visit on the following Sunday, with the feelings of a penniless poet to the weekly visit of his Scotch landlady."


"By the most extraordinary good fortune, however, a coach was waiting at the Flower-pot, into which Mr. Augustus Minns got, on the solemn assurance of the cad that the vehicle would start in three minutes - that being the very utmost extremity of time it was allowed to wait by Act of Parliament. A quarter of an hour elapsed, and there were no signs of moving. Minns looked at his watch for the sixth time." Thankfully, I should add, this sort of things seem not to be exclusive to Spain...

And the finale: SPOILER ALERT!!!

"It was somewhere about three o'clock in the morning, when Mr. Augustus Minns knocked feebly at the street-door of his lodgings in Tavistock-street, cold, wet, cross, and miserable. He made his will next morning, and his professional man informs us, in that strict confidence in which we inform the public, [isn't this great or what?] that neither the name of Mr. Octavius Budden, nor of Mrs. Amelia Budden, nor of Master Alexander Augustus Budden, appears therein."


"A Dinner at Poplar Walk" was just the beginning...





ZERO!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. DICKENS!!!

Dickens's Dream (1875),
by Robert William Buss (1804-1875)
The countdown has finally ended. Today we celebrate the 200th birthday of Charles Dickens. Happy bicentenary, Mr. Dickens! You haven't aged a bit!!!

Charles John Huffam Dickens was born on 7th February 1812, at Landport, in Portsea (Portsmouth) and he rose to become the most popular writer of his generation and certainly one of the greatest authors of English literature. One can argue whether his narrative has aged or not depending, of course, on personal tastes. Indeed, although Dickens is celebrated as one of the greatest English novelists he is also censured for his sometimes excessive sentimentalism, particularly in his portrayal of destitute children.

Dickens at the Blacking Warehouse (1904),
from a drawing by Fred Bernard
Having been removed from school at the age of 12 and sent to a blacking factory in order to support the family's poor economy, young Dickens was forced to become intimately acquainted with the harsh conditions of the working classes, particularly as they affected children. At Warren's Blacking Factory and Warehouse, Dickens had to type up and label pots of paste blacking, earning six shillings a week after working for 10-11 hours every day. He had come to know about child labour the hard way, who could then blame him for excessive sentimentality if, in exchange, he succeeded in raising awareness in the somewhat numbed Victorian reading public?

I have studied and taught some of Charles Dickens's works but am far from having read all of them. The year we celebrate his bicentenary, I have decided to fill that gap.  When I started the countdown to Dickens's birthday, I was contemplating the possibility of reading ALL of his works in this year and share my experiences with potential readers of this blog. But then, taking into account that I have a full-time job that requires a lot of reading and a lot of writing, I settled for a more realistic goal: I would spend at least one hour a day with Dickens and share whatever I thought of interest in this virtual space. I don't want to have a fixed idea of how this blog will take its shape, I'd rather allow its growth to be "organic", with no sense of obligation, just the joy of celebrating the life and work of one of England's greatest authors.  Some books will be read for the first time, others will be re-read for the second, third, or nth time (that is, for instance, the case of Hard Times, which I have taught on several occasions and have now lost track of how many times I have read it). Still, I'll try to approach all them with new eyes.

This will be the first time that I read Dickens electronically, since all the books I posses are Penguin editions. Although I must admit that I am somewhat stuck to the idea of reading Dickens while smelling the paper, I also decided to make a more practical decision and buy a Kindle edition which I can read on my iPad, so that I can take the complete works with me everywhere and save also an inordinate amount of space. The Delphi Classics edition of Dickens's complete works is fully illustrated and also includes essays on critical appreciation as well as some of his biographies.

I have more time to read just for pleasure during the holidays so it might be the case that I succeed in my earliest, more ambitious goal: that of reading all of Dickens's work in one year. If that is the case, this blog will come to its conclusion in a year's time, when Dickens becomes 201 years old. If not - which, let's face it, is the most likely outcome - I will keep on writing until I have read everything he ever wrote, until his heart stopped while writing The Mystery of Edwin Drood

So the adventure begins. Please, join me in celebrating Charles Dickens's bicentenary. The next post will be devoted to his first published story, A Dinner at Poplar Walk, issued in the Monthly Magazine in 1833. In the meantime, I leave you with Google's fantastic "doodle" to commemorate the occasion and with two different clips about Charles Dickens's life: a cartoon production by the BBC, and a very short documentary introducing Claire Tomalin's latest book: Charles Dickens: A Life (Harmondsworth: Penguin Books, 2011). Enjoy the ride!