This book moved along well in the first two-thirds, where Pool focused on his main object: writing juicy, gossipy biographies of the great authors of the Victorian era. His description of the social connections, passions and rivalries between Dickens, Thackeray, George Eliot, the Bronte sisters and other big names in publishing, bookselling and writing in the mid-1800s is a pleasure to read.
Towards the end of the book, Pool struggles to show a clear movement in the direction of the tastes and morals of the English reading public, and significant change in the former monopoly of select lending libraries and booksellers (Mudie's Circulating Library and W.H. Smith's railway book stalls).
The authors Pool has so engagingly made real for us are dying, and after the death of the great Dickens somewhere around page 190 the forward motion of the book slows to a near halt, and the excitement of the narrative completely deflates.
Long lists of numbers that would have been better relegated to an Appendix of charts and graphs are shoved rudely into the story, and the reader is forced to slog through a number of short paragraphs that have little connection to the larger narrative and mention names and characters that have not been fleshed out in the course of the text, dropped in like an afterthought.
It felt like Pool was struggling to reach an allocated 250-page goal, as there are a larger number of photographs and reproductions of author's contracts in the last 20 pages than in the rest of the book; pure padding.
All in all, I would consider reading Mr. Pool's earlier work, but I don't think I would struggle as hard to finish it next time, knowing that there is no golden reward for bullying through a dry spell at the conclusion of what was otherwise a very fun, educational and entertaining read.