— Literary Fiction —
Bleak House
Charles Dickens
— 1853 —
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Dickens at his structural peak — a double-narrated novel built around Jarndyce vs Jarndyce, a Chancery suit so old the original litigants are forgotten and the costs have eaten the entire estate.
Decide its fate
⚖The case for it
Readers call it “the 1853 version of The Wire,” a whole city cross-sectioned through one endless lawsuit, and the comic supporting cast is what they quote back: Grandfather Smallweed throwing a cushion at his wife and demanding to be shaken up, and a late confrontation with Mr Guppy’s mother that readers say “may be the funniest in Dickens’ entire oeuvre.” Inspector Bucket arrives as English fiction’s first real detective. The two narrators, Esther looking back and an unnamed voice in the present tense, were a genuine formal risk in a Victorian serial. Jo the crossing sweeper is who readers remember. One read all night until “my arms ached from holding the book.”
— the honest librarian
✕The case against
Esther narrates half the book and is “descended from heaven on a cotton candy cloud,” so relentlessly modest that readers say the novel “orbited a big black hole named Esther.” The cast runs past thirty, “all tangled together with complicated family lines,” and readers keep a chart beside them. The slowness is meant to mirror Chancery’s delays, which does not stop it being “padded out with waffle and meanderings” across a thousand pages. Good characters are wholly good and bad ones wholly bad, motives spelled out. The fog opening is where readers nearly stop, one saying it “made me want to gouge out my eyes.”
— the honest librarian
16h
honest hours
23
sittings
beyond the verdict
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