Showing posts with label Dickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dickens. Show all posts
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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