Charles Dickens: the making of a great writer
ANDY FORD looks at the early life and times of the
celebrated British author, Charles Dickens.
THIS YEAR is the bicentenary of Dickens’ birth.
Biographies, reissues and TV and film adaptations have poured out
showing he still has immense drawing power even 140 years after his
death. Dickens was a towering figure who dominated English literature
for nearly 40 years, from the early runaway success of The Pickwick
Papers in 1836 to the cryptic murder story, The Mystery of Edwin Drood,
left incomplete at the author’s death in 1870.
In that time he completed 14 novels with hundreds of
characters, five ‘Christmas books’, 50 short stories, six plays, two
children’s books, two travel books and around 250 essays and articles on
current affairs. He also edited and wrote for two national journals,
Household Words, and All The Year Round. Dickens’s impact in Britain was
huge, but he was also influential on European and American literature.
In his diaries, Franz Kafka hailed his "immense prodigality", and Dickens had a special
impact on Russian writers such as Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor Dostoevsky and
Leo Tolstoy, as well as later Soviet filmmakers including Sergei
Eisenstein.
His legacy has been claimed by many. Bourgeois
commentators stress his reforming zeal, claiming that he influenced a
benevolent process of reform from above that, they say, characterised
Victorian Britain. Even Prince Charles recently hailed Dickens’s "use of
his creative genius… to campaign passionately for social justice".
(Daily Telegraph, 7 February 2012)
What
they neglect to mention, of course, was his anger, even despair, at the
callous indifference of ‘the great and the good’ to the plight of the
poor, and official inaction against the abuses he exposed. Even the sale
of pauper boys as chimney sweeps was not finally banned until 1875,
five years after Dickens’s death, and nearly 40 years after his novel,
Oliver Twist, denounced the practice.
On the other hand, radicals, reformers, and
socialists, from the Chartists to Tony Benn, have used his grim
depictions of the workhouse, child abuse, prisons, bureaucratic
incompetence of the state, and the cold inhumanity of factory owners, to
inform their struggle for a better society. Karl Marx said that the
great Victorian novelists, Dickens, Thackeray, and the Brontes, "have
issued to the world more political and social truths than have been
uttered by all the professional politicians, publicists and moralists
put together". (The English Middle Class,
Marxist Internet
Archive)
But Dickens, though a contemporary in London of Marx
for near 20 years, never found his way to socialist ideas. His family
were drawn from the layer of the middle class who hovered precariously
just above the working class, putting up a constant and desperate battle
to keep their place in society.
In his unpublished autobiography, My Early Times,
he described that environment: "The area in which we were now living was
as shabby, dingy, damp and mean a neighbourhood as one would desire not
to see. Its poverty was not of the demonstrative order. It shut the
street doors, pulled down the blinds, screened the parlour windows with
the wretchedest plants in pots, and made a desperate attempt to keep up
appearances. The genteeler part of the inhabitants, in answering knocks,
got behind the door to keep out of sight and endeavoured to diffuse the
fiction that a servant of some sort was the ghostly warder".
John Dickens, Charles’s father – later immortalised
as Mr Micawber in David Copperfield – was a navy clerk and the family
followed as he worked in various ports. Charles Dickens was born in
Portsmouth, then the family moved to Chatham, Kent, where he had a
happy, stable childhood. John Dickens moved to London, sending for the
ten-year-old Charles shortly after. Dickens remembered the stagecoach
ride from Chatham, even down to the smell of the wet straw that covered
him. He also remembered his first shattering impression of London, so
different to the calm and peaceful life in Chatham.
London at that time was an incredible metropolis,
the capital city of the world’s pre-eminent capitalist nation, and the
centre of a huge, far-flung (and immensely profitable) empire. Extremes
of wealth and poverty sat side by side. The most modern inventions
coexisted with savage survivals of feudal England, such as public
executions and whippings, and there was no safety net for those who
failed, except the ramshackle institutions of private charity. In the
slum of St Giles, 2,850 people lived in just 95 houses. Sewers drained
straight into the river Thames from which drinking water, with a
"strange taste and brownish in colour", was taken. (Charles
Dickens, by Peter Ackroyd) Burial grounds
overflowed, the dead piled one on top of the other.
Dickens’s father, however, was not successful in
London. Gradually, the family possessions were sold or pawned, including
his father’s precious library of books which Charles had devoured in
Chatham. The young Dickens heard the adults constantly talking about
‘the deed’, a prospective agreement with his father’s creditors, which
may have influenced his later depiction of the law in Bleak House and
Little Dorrit as an irrational and malevolent force outside the control
of human beings.
The final straw came when his mother, Elizabeth,
tried to set up a school room in the house to earn a living. She
advertised all around the neighbourhood, yet not a single pupil
enrolled. The family finances could take no more, and his father found
himself imprisoned for debt in the Marshalsea prison, later described in
Little Dorrit. Charles was sent into lodgings alone and found employment
in a factory labelling bottles of boot polish, while the remainder of
the family moved into the Marshalsea with John.
In barely a year, Charles had gone from a stable,
secure childhood, with every expectation of an education, to a solitary
and lonely life of harsh and mindless work, with no prospect, as far as
he knew, of ever escaping. He and his family had fallen from the
would-be genteel, petit-bourgeoisie into the drudgery of the working
class and poor.
In later years he spoke of this time only once, to
his lifelong friend and later biographer John Forster. Forster describes
how he casually said to Dickens that someone had mentioned seeing him
long ago, in a boot-blacking factory near the Thames. Dickens fell
silent and, some days later, told Forster of the whole saga. Forster
recounted: "It was a time of which he could never lose the remembrance
while he remembered anything, and the recollection of which at intervals
haunted him and made him miserable even to that hour". (The Life of
Charles Dickens)
It is no exaggeration to say that Dickens’s
experience of the hell of Victorian working-class life made him the
writer he became. Although he had only worked at the factory for a
period of months, the fact that he could have been condemned by no more
than bad luck to a life of unremitting and mindless toil formed his view
of society. It was not the work itself, but the loss of all hope for the
future that appears to have marked him, deeply and irrevocably.
He realised that the society he was living in denied
the possibility of full humanity to most of its members. In fact, in his
books, it is not only the poor but also the rich who are distorted and
stultified by their love of money, chasing after wealth and position –
as seen in the emotional deadness of Dombey, in Dombey and Son, the
unhappiness of Lady Dedlock, in Bleak House and, most memorably, the
callous self-centredness of Scrooge, in A Christmas Carol.
Unlike William Dorrit, confined to the "living
grave" of Marshalsea prison for 23 years, John Dickens was saved by a
family legacy with which he could pay off the most pressing of his debts
and he was released. This unexpected turn of events rescued Charles and
he was returned to school. This may explain the tremendous importance of
wills, legacies and unexpected turns of fortune in his later fiction.
And when critics complain that his plot turns are abrupt and improbable,
such things really did happen to Dickens.
At school, Dickens was noted as smart and punctual,
but also of high spirits and with a gift for mimicry, especially of the
turn of speech of the working people of London. Yet he could never tell
his companions how it was he could imitate the cockney workers and slum
dwellers so well – because he had been among them himself. We can see
here the seed of his themes of hidden identities and secrets, from
Oliver Twist’s mysterious origins to Pip’s denial of his background in
Great Expectations.
From school he found work as a law clerk, although
his focus was on attending the numerous London theatres. From theatre
comes the vividness of his writing – once, strange noises were heard in
his study and he was found to be acting out the leaps and movements of
Quilp, the villainous character in The Old Curiosity Shop. He seems
almost to have seen his characters before him as he wrote, like a stage
production. The theatre had a further importance in that it was the
entertainment of the ‘common people’. Dickens grew to know their tastes
and manners, and in his later work he was able to appeal to a mass
audience.
The life of a law clerk was not for him. Dickens
could see before him the middle-aged salaried clerk, "who is always
shabby and often drunk", as a warning of what he could become. He was
driven, perhaps with the fear of a return to poverty, to the difficult
task of teaching himself shorthand.
He was able to secure a job as a reporter at
Westminster. His experiences sitting up most of the night transcribing
pompous and self-serving parliamentary speeches seems to have been the
origin of his lifelong contempt for parliament and politicians, later
satirised as Boodle and Coodle in Bleak House. "Night after night", he
writes in David Copperfield, "I record predictions that never come to
pass, professions that are never fulfilled, explanations that are meant
only to mystify. I wallow in words". He called parliament the "great
dust heap", which is even more insulting when we realise that Victorian
dust heaps contained all household refuse - dust, ashes, waste food and
sewage – and were dumped in huge mounds to be picked through by the poor
to make a precarious living.
Dickens’s talents were soon noticed – he only missed
one deadline in his life. He was picked out to be a general reporter for
the Morning Chronicle, a reforming journal. He was sent all over
Britain: to Wales, Scotland and Cornwall, to cover elections in the
industrial Midlands and North, to dinners and public meetings. He
excelled at the work. The pressure and speed suited him, and his
articles began to attract attention. Dickens started to publish short
pieces on the people and events he came across: in London’s streets,
shops, civil authorities and slums and, most famously, the Visit to
Newgate, which prefigures his later interest in prisons and punishment,
and which concludes with a haunting description of the last night of a
condemned man. The writings were collected together as the Sketches by
Boz (Boz being a family nickname), and published as an illustrated book
in 1836 to very favourable reviews.
He was approached by the publisher William Hall to
write a series on the comic misadventures of a club of cockney
sportsmen, at a rate of twelve guineas per issue. Dickens, however, knew
that the subject of ‘cockney sportsmen’ had been done to death and,
aware of his growing reputation, insisted that the planned series should
cover a far wider range. The series became The Pickwick Papers, one of
the most celebrated works of English literature. As Dickens found his
voice and rhythm, the series grew in popularity. Chapman and Hall began
by printing 400 copies of each issue. By the end, it was 40,000.
Dickens was able to incorporate all his gifts – for
comic mimicry, observation, speed. He used the patterns of common speech
and many contemporary references. For instance, in a case in The
Pickwick Papers modelled on a contemporary divorce case, Sam Weller
explains to the court that he could not see through a hotel room door,
even if his eyes "Wos a pair o’patent double million magnifyin’
microscopes of hextra power". Scholars have even found an advert for a
"double million magnifying gas microscope" in a journal of that time.
Pickwick mania seized the country with reflections
in fashion and street slang. Dickens was writing for the newly-literate
and half-literate, for the masses, not the elite. One account describes
a locksmith in Liverpool "… reading Pickwick to an audience of 20
persons, men women and children", who laughed with Sam Weller and cried
at the death of the poor debtor in prison. (Charles Dickens, by Peter
Ackroyd) With such readings the book
reached beyond just those who could read, and the pictures and ready
popular references ensured that Pickwick reached its intended audience.
Charles Dickens had arrived. Before Pickwick was
finished he had begun Oliver Twist, the first of the novels which held
up a mirror to the Victorian bourgeoisie and showed the brutal realities
of their system to the world.