“‘[…] So little is the world, that one cannot keep away from persons. There are so few persons in the world, that they continually cross and re-cross. So very little is the world, that one cannot get rid of a person.’”
Every Dickens or Collins enthusiast will probably stop, once in a while, over a passage in their cherished reading fare and exclaim, “What a remarkable coincidence – and, by the way, what an important one for the plot development!” It is true that both Dickens and Collins rely as heavily on chance encounters or seemingly forgotten relations of kinship between their characters as Dan Brown does on the good old main clause for telling their respective stories – but for me, this has long become part of the fun in exploring their novels. When the sinister Mr. Obenreizer, the villain in their collaborative short novel No Thoroughfare muses on how small the world is and how likely one finds himself to run into the same set of people all over again, however, I could not help thinking that the two authors became suspicious of their often-used plot device themselves and wanted to anticipate a reader’s potential criticism of it. And it’s hard to deny that No Thoroughfare stands and falls with the coincidences out of which its plot is made because it is a story revolving around two boys brought up in the same orphanage and being given the name of Walter Wilding. When one of them is later taken into the care of his mother and established as a prosperous wine merchant, it is by mere coincidence that he finds out that he is not the real son of the woman he took to be his mother, now deceased, and in his search for the other Walter Wilding he actually breaks his heart and breathes his last.
But despair not! The world being so small, and this being a Victorian sensation novel, the real Walter Wilding is not far off, and truth will out. Before this happens, however, there are still some adventures waiting for Mr. Wilding’s partner Vendale, a man roughly the same age – nudge, nudge –, including a love story and a tale of two men – one of them a villain, and one a man so unsuspecting that it becomes hurtful to witness him grope in the dark with the sword of Damocles hanging above his neck – travelling through the Alps in mid-February and trying to force their way through a snowy pass. These latter chapters, which bear Dickens’s handwriting to a T, are clearly the main attraction of the entire work in that one can really feel the hardships and dangers of mountain travel in those days and the overall situation is spiced up through the reader’s knowledge of Obenreizer’s – who is the more experienced of the two men – being out to kill Vendale. Had there been a bear involved in the plot, I would have put the two chapters on the same suspense level as the 1997 thriller The Edge starring Anthony Hopkins and Alec Baldwin. Apart from that, with Obenreizer Dickens throws in a fascinating villain, a deep and dissimulating schemer, who keeps his niece Marguerite in a state of awe and who clearly hates Vendale not only because the latter holds some documents that might take him to the gallows but also because Vendale’s social privileges remind the ambitious Obenreizer of his own obscure origins. It is a pity that the two authors did not grant Obenreizer a more spectacular exit.
On the other hand, the novel also has its shortcomings: No Thoroughfare was based on a rather successful play by the same name the two writers composed, and unfortunately, not little of the stagey and long-winded dialogue made its way into the novel, giving it a rather stilted touch. Besides, the overall composition of the work lacks balance: Characters are introduced with lots of words and later hardly play any role at all, and the two plot devices of the quest for the original Walter Wilding and the crossing of the Alps are more jumbled than felicitously interlinked. And then there is Marguerite, the female love interest, who for most of the time remains speechless and passive, only to suddenly appear in the mountains and rush to the rescue of her lover, not without her fair share of purple prose.
All in all, No Thoroughfare is a curate’s egg – it has a master-villain who manages to put a spell on the reader and the mountain scenes are breath-taking, but it definitely lacks balance and suffers from too much stage talk.