London in the Nineteenth Century, a Poem

by John Lawrence

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106 pages, Hardcover

Published May 19, 2016

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John Lawrence’s signature wood engravings grace the pages of many classic novels and anthologies. But to do the large bold engravings for THIS LITTLE CHICK, he chose to work in vinyl. He says of this book, "I always wanted to do a book for very young children and was delighted when a little chick turned up on my doorstep." John Lawrence’s other books for children include THE MYSTERIES OF ZIGOMAR by Allan Ahlberg and A YEAR AND A DAY by William Mayne.

Reviews

[Danielle · Rating 3 out of 5]

Pretty good though not one of the more impressive works of poetry I've read from the nineteenth century. It is really interesting to get a working-class perspective on London. It doesn't have all the classical references and the pretentious overtones of educated society. Quite refreshing, really. Just not as profound in its message either.

What I did like was this underlying anxiety of the passage of time and the constant change. I am always draw to this kind of anxiety in Victorian works, this fear of progress completely uprooting their mode of being, worsened by scientific progress and the continued deterioration of Christian beliefs. It is existentialism, I suppose. That did draw me in.