The last Dickens novel that I was missing to read (of those he was able to finish; "The Mystery of Edwin Drood" I still haven't read).
Although it is the fourteenth one I read, it was the fifth one he published, and it forms part of his initial, youthful stage, where he still didn't plan his plots from beginning to end.
Well, the fourteenth Dickens novel that I read... and I LOVED IT.
"Barnaby Rudge" is one of the least popular books of Dickens (in fact, finding the Spanish translated edition is completely impossible nowadays, unless you go to the library) and frankly, I don't understand why, because it is a wonderful novel.
Certainly it is not the best Dickens, and the book is not perfect, but the best Dickens (for me) has no rival, and the not so good Dickens (also for me) is still an extraordinary author.
And this is the case: together with "A Tale of Two Cities" it is said that they are the only two "historical" novels that the author wrote. I wouldn't qualify them as historical, according to the current meaning of the genre, especially when the events that Dickens narrates are only about 70 years apart from the date when he wrote the novel.
Just like in "A Tale of Two Cities" Dickens is interested in a revolutionary movement at the end of the 18th century, but while in the first one it was about the French Revolution, in this case it is about the Protestant revolt that took place in London and surroundings in 1780 against the Catholic population, known as the "Gordon" revolt.
And, as it couldn't be otherwise, since Dickens was a passionate about human condition, he can't show us a more refined picture, sometimes crude, but always presented with the brilliant style that characterized him, of how the masses are transformed in phenomena of this type: how they are dehumanized, how the individual "dissolves" to become part of a stronger entity than himself, which pushes him like a magnet and dehumanizes him.
Dickens is extraordinary when presenting us two time arcs: 1775 and 1780, and showing us how the same facts can bring out the best in some of the characters we have been following, and the worst in others... surprising us sometimes, with reactions that we didn't expect from some of them.
And then there is the mass, that unstoppable human mass of discontented people (many of them for very good reasons), a heterogeneous group of idealists, desperate, helpless and criminals who, moved by diametrically opposed motives (some with good faith and others with very very bad faith) end up leading to the same disastrous actions, which overcome them.
It is also very interesting the author's critical look towards religious fanaticism, which many times has more of a hypocritical pretext to unleash the desires of violence than of true faith. In this case the Protestant fanaticism.
And all of this full, as it couldn't be otherwise, when it comes to Dickens, of romances, forbidden loves, illegitimate children, lost and hanged mothers, dead people who rise again, ghosts that claim revenge, histrionic characters, bitter enemies, bad and hateful characters, absolutely endearing characters, executioners, executions, robberies... and a talking raven.
I love Dickens!
Certainly this time I think the plot didn't turn out as perfectly intertwined as in other occasions (although he leaves not a single loose end, -he never does-, the connections and convergence of stories turned out this time a bit more forced), and definitely it is the most ensemble novel of all. To the point that I couldn't say who the protagonist is (not even the adorable Barnaby Rudge who gives the title).
Maybe the protagonist is the mass phenomenon of the rebellion, and the consequences that derive from it (with which Dickens also shows himself very critical).
What I can say is that I loved that an author as Victorian as Dickens (besides "black-footed" Victorian, of those from the beginning) has developed such a wonderful and well-portrayed character as Barnaby Rudge: a person with a slight intellectual disability. Leaving aside the shock that it implies how he describes it, using a terminology that was common in the time, and that was not considered disrespectful at all, but the correct way to describe it, and that is true that with the current mentality it is very hard to the eyes (or ears), I focus on the important thing: in the description of the character, much more inclusive than in current goody-goody stories. Barnaby is not a victim, nor is he an executioner (which was the usual in the time, in the few occasions when they looked at people with disabilities). He is not completely good, but certainly not bad. He is like any good person: in general a decent and nice guy, but with some defect. And with all that, he treats him with respect (please, forgetting the language, that was not considered offensive) and with tenderness... that captivates you. And that tandem he makes with the raven Grip... I love them both.
Together with Hugh (one of the many bad guys that populate this novel... but terribly sexy, I must say) I think they have been two of my favorite characters. Although there are many others that I loved: Dolly Varden, a complex female character (unusual in the novels of the first stage of Dickens, I must say), her father Gabriel Varden, the honest locksmith, Mr. Geoffrey Haredale (much more complex than it may seem), the sibilant Sir John Chester, the unbearable Miss Miggs or the hilarious (in spite of himself) Simon Tapperit, or characters that existed in reality, but that Dickens has fictionalized completely, like the executioner (psychopath) Ned Dennis or the very Lord George Gordon who gave name to the ill-fated revolt... all of them have fascinated me, for one reason or another.
If I always repeat myself but it's the truth, and I can only proclaim it to the four winds: I ADORE DICKENS