
“From these garish lights I vanish now for evermore, with a heartfelt, grateful, respectful, affectionate farewell.”
-- Charles Dickens, upon concluding his final public reading
“Man that is born of woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower.”
-- Burial service
I am just about done with Claire Tomalin’s “Charles Dickens: A Life”. This morning during my walk to the duck pond, I read of his final days and was naturally moved. Before I chose this biography, I was struggling over whether I should get another one, instead of this newest take on the life, but I am glad that I bet on Ms. Tomalin.
She told the tale straightforwardly, from the beginning of the life to the end, and she spent some pleasant time on the favorite works. She also did not shy from the shadowy side of the life, about how this champion of the poor and downtrodden could be a little cold toward his own numerous sons, and you see how much he would have appreciated the advent of birth control. And then in his older age, he was not able to rise above the temptation that is often afforded to a highly successful older man: one more plunge into the joys of young love. What man can begrudge him this? though it did mean shoving aside his wife. But what a life, rising from child labor to become one of the immortal voices of literature! The Elvis of nineteenth-century literature.
I am thinking that “Oliver Twist” might be my next Dickens book. Although I read that one in my college days, it will be like reading it for the first time, for all that my memory has kept. Or maybe I’ll take my first crack at “The Curiosity Shop”. I have some time to decide. I am going to take a little break from Dickens for now.