Fagin’s Boy is Jackie North’s own masterful continuation of Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens’ famous novel, which starts when Oliver is seventeen. The first of six novels in the Oliver & Jack series, written almost like a TV serial, it is true to Dickens, and I urge bookworms to read a summary of his original before tackling Ms. North’s addition. You will better appreciate Jackie North’s artistry, her consistency of style, plot, language and character.
Oliver Twist is a mess, created by a messy society. Like all orphans of the time, he was assumed to be immoral, and less than human, blamed for circumstances he didn’t create. Pleasant experiences have always led to tragedy, until he can’t determine his own responsibility from society’s mistreatment. Numbed by such pressures, he lurches from promising himself to behave better, to acting violently. “It was like being shoved into a dark room where the only moment of daylight was when someone came in with the lash to beat him, making him bend to the realization that it would always be dark like this. That he was alone. That he couldn’t be loved.”
Oliver’s only softness comes from his questionable friendship with Jack, the “Artful Dodger,” a thief his own age, who lives in the moment, doing what he needs to survive, much less troubled by ethics than Oliver. When they realize their attraction, they know it can’t last; they are too different. “Jack, who even if he’d come from quality people, would always be what he was, a child of the street. Nothing would ever change him, even if Oliver’s world whirled around him like a sandstorm…..” What dire circumstances might be required to change their outcome?
To the degree this unlikely slow burn relationship can be called a romance, it is in the power of affection to soothe Oliver’s internal warring. “Jack was a shared blanket on cold nights, a touch to his head, somehow gentle even amidst all of Jack’s street hardness. He’d been the recipient of all these gestures and words from Jack when he’d needed them most.”
I am in awe of Ms. North’s ability to use the environment to reveal what Oliver and Jack might not know of themselves. “Spring was coming, but it was butting heads with winter, rather like a spoiled child.”
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Ms. North must treasure Dickens. Like the original, chapter titles are almost full paragraphs, like, “A New Hat Represents a New Life, One That He Is Hesitant to Accept.” And the misery she concocts is similar to Oliver’s childhood abuse in the workhouse. Aye!
Be warned, Fagin’s Boy is not for the squeamish. But if you hunger to know how far we have come in this democracy and how far back we can fall,
If you hunger to know how far we have come in this democracy and how far back we can fall, if you want to test your moral compass, and see the redemption of love, ‘Fagin’s Boy’ tells mankind’s painful truths in a beautiful, raw and comprehensive manner, written with a flare for dialogue, scenery, personalities and a brilliant respect for history.