Charles Dickens (1821-1870) used his fiction to criticize the injustices of his time, especially the brutal treatment
of the poor. He is also the author of Oliver Twist, Nicholas Nickleby, David Copperfield, A Tale of Two Cities, and Great Expectations. He was born in Portsmouth, England.
Series : Modern Library Classics
David Gates is the author of the novels Jernigan and Preston Falls and a collection of short stories, The Wonders of the Invisible World. He writes for Newsweek and teaches at the New School for Social Research and Hunter College. He lives in Brooklyn and in Washington County, New York.Chapter 1: Sun and ShadowThirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern France then, than at any other time, before or since. Every thing in Marseilles, and about Marseilles, had stared at the fervid sky, and been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses, staring white walls, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt away. The only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaring were the vines drooping under their load of grapes. These did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint leaves.There was no wind to make a ripple on the foul water within the harbor, or on the beautiful sea without. The line of demarcation between the two colors, black and blue, showed the point which the pure sea would not pass; but it lay as quiet as the abominable pool, with which it never mixed. Boats without awnings were too hot to touch; ships blistered at their moorings; the stones of the quays had not cooled, night or day, for months. Hindoos, Russians, Chinese, Spaniards, Portuguese, Englishmen, Frenchmen, Genoese, Neapolitans, Venetians, Greeks, Turks, descendants from all the builders of Babel, come to trade at Marseilles, sought the shade alike—taking refuge in any hiding-place from a sea too intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire.The universal stare made the eyes ache. Towards the distant line of Italian coast, indeed, it was a little relieved by light clouds of mist, slowly rising from the evaporation of the sea; but it softened nowhere else. Far away the staring roads, deep in dust, stared from the hillside, stared from the hollow, stared from the interminable plain. Far away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages, and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade, drooped beneath the stare of earth and sky. So did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts, creeping slowly towards the interior; so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened; so did the exhausted laborers in the fields. Everything that lived or grew, was oppressed by the glare; except the lizard, passing swiftly over rough stone walls, and the cicala, chirping his dry hot chirp, like a rattle. The very dust was scorched brown, and something quivered in the atmosphere as if the air itself were panting.Blinds, shutters, curtains, awnings, were all closed and drawn to keep out the stare. Grant it but a chink or keyhole, and it shot in like a white-hot arrow. The churches were the freest from it. To come out of the twilight of pillars and arches—dreamily dotted with winking lamps, dreamily peopled with ugly old shadows piously dozing, spitting, and begging—was to plunge into a fiery river, and swim for life to the nearest strip of shade. So, with people lounging and lying wherever shade was, with but little hum of tongues or barking of dogs, with occasional jangling of discordant church bells, and rattling of vicious drums, Marseilles, a fact to be strongly smelt and tasted, lay broiling in the sun one day.In Marseilles that day there was a villainous prison. In one of its chambers, so repulsive a place that even the obstrusive stare blinked at it, and left it to such refuse of reflected light as it could find for itself, were two men. Besides the two men, a notched and disfigured bench, immoveable from the wall, with a draught-board rudely hacked upon it with a knife, a set of draughts, made of old buttons and soup bones, a set of dominoes, two mats, and two or three wine bottles. That was all the chamber held, exclusive of rats and other unseen vermin, in addition to the seen vermin, the two men.It received such light as it got, through a grating of iron bars, fashioned like a pretty large window, by means of which it could be always inspected from the gloomy staircase on which the grating gave. There was a broad strong ledge of stone to this grating, where the bottom of it was let into the masonry, three or four feet above the ground. Upon it, one of the two men lolled, half sitting and half lying, with his knees drawn up, and his feet and shoulders planted against the opposite sides of the aperture. The bars were wide enough apart to admit of his thrusting his arm through to the elbow; and so he held on negligently, for his greater ease.A prison taint was on every thing there. The im
I had watched the PBS mini series of Little Dorrit and found I had many questions. So, I decided to read the book in order to discover the answers. I had forgotten how challenging and involved Charles Dickens writings are! I did get my questions answered. This is a book which needs to be read slowly with time in-between to digest what has been read. The characters are very complex and sometimes the reader is mystified as to how all of the characters might eventually tie together. I did enjoy the book.
I watched the Masterpiece DVD that came out and loved it so much I had to read the book. I loved the books just as much as the movie. It is a great read. It kept me occupied while I had a bad cold. You should also watch the movie. :)
Classic Dickens with all the varied characters in the book. How he kept all of the characters in his head for all of his different books is amazing. His characters are so real that you can almost touch them. Love some of the unusual quirks he gives them and the unique discriptions of them. They have such obudurate ideas and yet remain so real to today's people. Just goes to say that people never change they just evolve in society.
You won't be disappointed. What a 'picture he paints' about a family's experiences when the father is thrust into prison as a result of an incurred debt during the 19th century. Other characters add to the mystery, as well. It is interesting to additionally discover that those in the financial world were as deceitful,then, as some in today's modern world and how their greed affects others. Read the book, then watch the movies (earlier version with Sir Alec Guiness, a later version with Matthew McFadden).