This really is a solid overview of Charles Dickens's life, career and cultural impact.
As someone who finds Dickens an unusually daunting author I can say that this book finally gave me a sense of what Dickens achieved. Norrie Epstein virtually holds the reader's hand as she guides us through the ups and downs of the life of this rather peevish literary titan.
This book is very engaging. If Dickens himself is a less than delightful human being, this treatment of him gently reminds us that our picture of 19th-century London is almost entirely due to Dickens's journalistic abilities. This book also makes it clear that what we take to be Dickens's sentimentality is rooted in his sense of outrage at his mother's betrayal of him. When Dickens's father was put into debtor's prison, Dickens was put into a workhouse. When he left the workhouse his mother tried to get him put back in. It seems as if a relative prevented this. The template for many Dickens novels was thus created.
We see Dickens, the young reporter, learning his craft by writing brief, pithy articles about trials and lawyers and criminals. He knew the court-system. He gradually changed from a reporter to a humorist and then into a comic novelist. Finally, he became the conscience of Britain.
That he was capable of abandoning his wife and children at the height of his career seems shocking, but, then again, he was INDEED at the height of his career and could, indeed, support them. The man who wrote about injustice from the point of view of the victim was, on a personal level, something of a cur. But so were James Joyce and John Lennon. They were artists. They left us their art, not themselves.
The only thing I've read by Dickens is A CHRISTMAS CAROL, which I read years before reading THE FRIENDLY DICKENS. But I am pleased to have read THE FRIENDLY DICKENS. I learned about a British writer whose life parallels that of Mark Twain in many ways. (Both went on tours, reading aloud from their books, which greatly enhanced the value of those books to the people who attended the readings; both became fantastically well-loved and both remain national icons of their respective countries.) Maybe if Dickens were around I'd go hear him read from GREAT EXPECTATIONS. If he were still around I could, possibly, bring myself to read it.