There's a small group of people who share a fate that most of us can't begin to imagine: being the descendent, particularly the son or daughter, of not just a celebrity, but a superstar. Always going through life hearing, ad nauseum, accolades to your famous parent; always being compared, but never quite measuring up. As I read this book about the children of Charles Dickens, I heard the news that Elvis Presley's grandson, a bit of a doppelganger for his famous granddad, had committed suicide. The pressure can be, in some cases quite literally, unbearable.
I really found this book fascinating. That's not to say that it gave me a greater appreciation for Charles Dickens - if anything, I found him even more repellent, sadly. His children felt pressure to excel not only from outside forces, but from their famous father, as well. Dickens had his own demons, to say the least, and I doubt anyone could live up to his energy, ambition, and drive for success. Living a normal, quiet life would never measure up. What's truly amazing to me is that despite all of Dickens' expectations, expressions of disappointment, and even cruelty, his children still seemed to idolize him. (I'm concurrently reading Mamie Dickens' My Father as I Recall Him which, so far, is nothing but a love letter to the man who seemingly made all other men pale in comparison.) Charles Dickens must have truly been larger than life. Either that, or the mesmerism he practiced was used on his family members!
At any rate, this review is not of Dickens and his family, but of Gottlieb's book. For me, it was just right - the perfect length to cover the topic, without being so long and detailed that it became a chore. I left the table feeling comfortably sated, but not overwhelmed.
Recently, the Dickens Fellowship (started by son Henry), in honor of Dickens' 150th birthday, celebrated by having several of Dickens' descendants (many of whom are involved in the Fellowship) read passages from his stories, which I've enjoyed watching. Many of Dickens' children, especially when their debts started piling up, were pulled back into the orbit of their father's fame and wrote memoirs, did readings from his books, etc. in order to make a living. Were they reluctant to exploit their relationship, or did they see it as a way to pay their respects and keep his legacy alive? Perhaps a bit of both. Either way, world-wide fame and adoration is a family business and, it would seem, there's no escape.