A comprehensive account (uniquely so, I believe) of the railway accident at Staplehurst that Charles Dickens was involved in five years before his death, which puts the accident into the context both of Dickens' career and of the development of the railway, with the consequences it had on both.
A splendid read it is, too; Gerald Dickens is a great-great-grandson of the man himself, so brings a personal touch to the story, painting an empathic but unsentimental portrait of an author at the height of his career dealing with the breakdown of his marriage whilst managing a potentially scandalous affair. Drawing on his personal connection, Gerald Dickens' account allows for some artistic license in filling out how the author would have been thinking and feeling at different points, even some of the conversations that might have taken place - but then, the author is also drawing on his experience as an actor, allowing himself a similarly vivid approach as he populates the story with other people involved, generating a real sense of tension and dread as the accident draws near with palpable inevitability. What could have been a dull textbook is instead a dramatic account in the tradition to which Charles Dickens himself belonged, and the result is a real page-turner.
That is not to say that it isn't also full of carefully researched detail - it is, and it seems to me as rigorous a source on this incident as any historian could hope for. This is clearly a labour of love, and one that has been put together with a mixture of enthusiasm for and dedication to its subjects - it will appeal to fans of Dickens and railways or indeed to those curious about the Victorian judicial system alike. For the more casual reader, the potted biography of Dickens packs in a lot of information without outstaying its welcome, the necessary details about geography and industry are precise without being earnest, and the book is peppered with well-chosen excerpts from Dickens' writing, adding an appropriate sense of authenticity and atmosphere.
It all makes for an exciting and rather moving read, rounded off with a reprint of The Signalman that gains considerable poignancy in the light of the events detailed in the book.
My only gripe is that writing this good (and, dare I say it, this important) deserves to have been better edited and produced than this; the typos and, in one place, change of font (!) are merely distracting, but more seriously lacking are the visuals: there are evidently plenty of really interesting images to go with this story (including an actual plate photograph of the scene of the accident) and many are reproduced here, but often too small or too pixelated to be of use (I was constantly having to search for images online to get a proper look at them). Would a couple of inserts have been out of the question? Better still, this might have suited a larger format, allowing space for decent reproduction of paintings, photographs and maps.
If Olympia Publishers (or anyone else, for that matter) fancy turning this into a coffee table book I'll be first in the queue for a copy, and it will be no less than a biography of this calibre deserves.