Orwell on dickens essay
And Dickens is very sure that revolution is a monster. Though perfectly familiar with them, my conduct and manners were different enough from theirs to place a space between us.
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When I read this passage as a child, it seemed to me that those were exactly the pictures that those particular names would call up. When Martin Chuzzlewit had made it up with his uncle, when Nicholas Nickleby had married money, when John Harman had been enriched by Boffin what did they do? Till very recently nearly all English children were brought up to despise the southern European races, and history as taught in schools was mainly a list of battles won by England. His descriptions of the London slums are always full of undisguised repulsion: The ways were foul and narrow; the shops and houses wretched; and people half naked, drunken, slipshod and ugly. I must have been about nine years old when I first read David Copperfield. This is the case even with legal processes, about which actually he must have known a good deal. The story given below is not particularly funny, but there is one phrase in it that is as individual as a fingerprint. As usual, he displays no consciousness that the structure of society can be changed. Everything else is uninteresting. Of course he is a pure dream figure, much further from real life than, say, Squeers or Micawber. It was also a horrible horrible idea.
Except for the universities and the big public schools, every kind of education then existing in England gets a mauling at Dickens's hands. And given the fact of servitude, the feudal relationship is the only tolerable one.
As soon as he tries to bring his characters into action, the melodrama begins.
Orwell had a gift for attention-catching openings to essays and chapters. Yet, while he hated imperialism, he could still remark that the British empire was ''a great deal better than the younger empires that are going to supplant it". Because he lacked that kind of imagination. If so, he is an institution that there is no getting away from. There was another boy, one Tommy Traddles, who I dreaded would make game of it, and pretend to be dreadfully frightened of me. Creakle, and one knows without needing to be told that lawyers delight in Sergeant Buzfuz and that Little Dorrit is a favourite in the Home Office. How one longs for him to have lived long enough to be let loose on the lads' mags culture of the early twenty-first century. In the last twelve months of his life he listed books he read; 27 he had read previously amongst them Little Dorrit, read again in May Therefore, while attacking everything in sight, he has no definable standard of comparison.
A child of excellent abilities and with strong powers of observation, quick, eager, delicate, and soon hurt bodily or mentally, it seems wonderful to me that nobody should have made any sign in my behalf. The passage I have abridged above ought to be read in full.
There were men there who danced and trampled on the beds of flowers as though they trod down human enemies, and wrenched them from their stalks, like savages who twisted human necks. It is the same incestuous atmosphere as in the passage quoted from Reade.
It is difficult to imagine him digging at a cabbage-patch, for instance.
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