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After a series of lackluster reviews for other books, I'm glad to be back on solid ground with Dickens; and its all uphill in my reviews from here (climbing out of a review hole, as usual). I really liked Barnaby Rudge. A lot. I should preface this by saying that Dickens is my favorite author; even when he's mediocre, he is fabulous. And that's what this book is. It is very far removed from his best; and yet there are moments of brilliance, and there are moments of Dickens, and it was still, at worst, a great and fun read.
Dickens had no idea what novel he wanted to write. It is 3 novels in one, at least, and you really can't tell what novel he's going to be writing from chapter to chapter. It is a dark mystery of murder and intrigue; it is a comic love story; it is a historical account of the Gordon Riots (and an account of how individuals can get swept up in the floods of that history). It did not hang together very well. As with Chuzzlewit, though, one of my favorite bits of the book was the fact that it did not hang together--but you could see the way that Dickens was working his threads, you could see how he would eventually be able to more effortlessly weave complex and seemingly unrelated narratives into a structured whole, as with his later novels. And this book--when it wanted to be dark, it was dark. And at times it was funny. His villains were brilliant, as usual. Tappertit! He's fantastic. Such a little toad, and a great comic villain. And also some seriously, straight up, not-funny bad guys. There is a decent love story, and in a bit of a surprise, the endings are happy, but not necessarily clean or neat. There's a whiff of Tale of Two Cities here, too. And Barnaby was a fascinating main character, I thought. He had a bit of Nell about him, but he wasn't nearly as irritating as Nell, in large part because he wasn't aware of his goodness. And He was faulty, as well as good.
The novel has many faults; I get why it is the least read and least favorite. It was messy and chaotic and some of the characters were not well developed. But when it was brilliant, it was. It shone most powerfully in the back third of the book, when several of the characters--friend and villain alike--were on death row, awaiting execution, in the aftermath of the Gordon Riots. Perhaps the best was when Dickens followed Dennis, the hangman-turned-prisoner. It was the very unquestioned nature of his badness, and the unquestioned nature of the badness of Hugh's deeds, that made this part of the book so wrenching. I don't know if I've ever read a better account of execution, and what it means to put even the true villains to death. It was one thing to have Barnaby there; we as readers knew it was an injustice, and could hang our hats on that. But with Hugh and Dennis, they were actually bad guys--and so we had to look, unflinching, at the humanity of our villains as they faced the last hours of their lives. He lay bare their humanity and our own, humanity at its worst and most unforgiving. It was terrible to read, and Dickens took it straight on, but quietly--it read personally, troubling, but not moralistically. His focus was on his characters, and he was utterly perfect during these scenes. And if the novel as a whole is (for all that I enjoyed it) one of my least favorite Dickens, these passages will stand out in my mind as some of Dickens' best.
And then, of course, because he is Dickens, he [spoilers!] gives us Joe and Dolly, who actually grew; he gives us Barnaby and his raven; he gives us the happy, if life-worn ending. I know I gripe about Austen's easy endings, and I'll be honest that Dickens does not hide the ball either, on who will end up with who. I don't know why I don't mind it with him. But I don't. Perhaps it is because of the path he takes us on to get us there; we know the ending, but it always feels earned.
Dickens had no idea what novel he wanted to write. It is 3 novels in one, at least, and you really can't tell what novel he's going to be writing from chapter to chapter. It is a dark mystery of murder and intrigue; it is a comic love story; it is a historical account of the Gordon Riots (and an account of how individuals can get swept up in the floods of that history). It did not hang together very well. As with Chuzzlewit, though, one of my favorite bits of the book was the fact that it did not hang together--but you could see the way that Dickens was working his threads, you could see how he would eventually be able to more effortlessly weave complex and seemingly unrelated narratives into a structured whole, as with his later novels. And this book--when it wanted to be dark, it was dark. And at times it was funny. His villains were brilliant, as usual. Tappertit! He's fantastic. Such a little toad, and a great comic villain. And also some seriously, straight up, not-funny bad guys. There is a decent love story, and in a bit of a surprise, the endings are happy, but not necessarily clean or neat. There's a whiff of Tale of Two Cities here, too. And Barnaby was a fascinating main character, I thought. He had a bit of Nell about him, but he wasn't nearly as irritating as Nell, in large part because he wasn't aware of his goodness. And He was faulty, as well as good.
The novel has many faults; I get why it is the least read and least favorite. It was messy and chaotic and some of the characters were not well developed. But when it was brilliant, it was. It shone most powerfully in the back third of the book, when several of the characters--friend and villain alike--were on death row, awaiting execution, in the aftermath of the Gordon Riots. Perhaps the best was when Dickens followed Dennis, the hangman-turned-prisoner. It was the very unquestioned nature of his badness, and the unquestioned nature of the badness of Hugh's deeds, that made this part of the book so wrenching. I don't know if I've ever read a better account of execution, and what it means to put even the true villains to death. It was one thing to have Barnaby there; we as readers knew it was an injustice, and could hang our hats on that. But with Hugh and Dennis, they were actually bad guys--and so we had to look, unflinching, at the humanity of our villains as they faced the last hours of their lives. He lay bare their humanity and our own, humanity at its worst and most unforgiving. It was terrible to read, and Dickens took it straight on, but quietly--it read personally, troubling, but not moralistically. His focus was on his characters, and he was utterly perfect during these scenes. And if the novel as a whole is (for all that I enjoyed it) one of my least favorite Dickens, these passages will stand out in my mind as some of Dickens' best.
And then, of course, because he is Dickens, he [spoilers!] gives us Joe and Dolly, who actually grew; he gives us Barnaby and his raven; he gives us the happy, if life-worn ending. I know I gripe about Austen's easy endings, and I'll be honest that Dickens does not hide the ball either, on who will end up with who. I don't know why I don't mind it with him. But I don't. Perhaps it is because of the path he takes us on to get us there; we know the ending, but it always feels earned.