Leo Walker’s Reviews > Bleak House > Status Update

This barely seems like a novel at this point; it's largely an exercise in Dickens making up funny little characters with which to populate London. This is for the best. Dickens is very good at coming up with odd fellows and situating them in this world of inscrutable signs where nobody understands each other in a foggy metropolis wrought by murk and paucity, while the story's central romance is a flat-out snoozefest