Saturday, January 20, 2007

Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend (1865)

The Victorians didn't throw stuff away like we do, but they did burn a lot of coal, and they left behind a lot of ashes. They called these ashes 'dust'. Dickens set himself the task of sifting this dust. As a result, this is also Dickens' most technical novel: how do you describe something whose chance to be something is gone?

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