Titlebook: Dickens; Modern Judgements A. E. Dyson Textbook 1968Latest edition Macmillan Publishers Limited 1968 Bronte.Charles Dickens.David Herbert L

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(1941), Stephen Blackpool’s reiterated comment, ‘’Tis a’ a muddle’ is superficially the least hopeful moral to be got from any novel Dickens wrote. Discussion of the book has often centred too much on Macaulay’s condemnation of it as ‘sullen socialism’, and the almost exaggerated praise that Ruskin gave it

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(1953),st appeared — in monthly parts from December 1855 to June 1857 — its success was even more decisive than that of ., but the suffrage of later audiences has gone the other way, and of all Dickens’ later works it is . that has come to be the best known. As for ., after having for some time met with ad

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(1962),Dickens a partial release from the sense of frustration and despondency which crept over him during the 1850s; the shadow of the Marshalsea lifts a little with the storming of the Bastille, and everyone remembers . above all for the intoxication of its crowd scenes. In fact they take up less space t

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(1953),n these cases, is usually to give the soliloquizer a fantastic private language as unadapted to mutual understanding as a species of pig Latin. Witness Mr Jaggers’ interview with Joe Gargery, in which the dignified lawyer attempts to compensate Joe financially for his part in Pip’s upbringing, and J

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(1961),irst published as a volume in the same year. The first three parts were issued by Dickens himself before his death, and thereafter the remaining parts were issued by his friend and biographer, John Forster. Although there have been occasional speculations about the possible length of the completed n

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From Content to Representational Contentas refused to give me either the time or the detachment required; yet the itch to analyse, if only in outline, the constant and haunting pressure of Dickens’ created world upon my imagination has persisted despite all the pull of my own fantasy. I make, then, only a half-apology for offering the fol