Arts, Books, History, Literature

Book Review: The Turning Point

LITERARY REVIEW

Intro: A tale of one city . . . and the year that changed not just Charles Dickens but London, too

IN 1851, London was a city of dense and persistent fog, of foul acrid smells and, for a large swathe of the population, of extreme poverty and deprivation.

The capital was also a place of vibrant energy and opportunity and a growing sense of its own importance.

One topic dominated conversation that year: the opening of the Great Exhibition, masterminded by Prince Albert to highlight Britain’s dominant position in the industrial world.

Through this pulsing, crowded and malodorous city strode Charles Dickens, the most famous writer in the English-speaking world. By the age of 38, he had already written eight hugely successful novels including The Pickwick Papers, Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby, and yet, for all his professional success, his private life was about to enter choppy waters.

This engrossing book subtitled The Year That Changed Dickens And The World, shows how, by 1851, Dickens was more than just a novelist. He was also “one of the busiest men in London… playwright, actor, social campaigner, journalist, editor, philanthropist.”

Much of Dickens’s boundless energy was inspired by the city. Although he called it “vile” and would sometimes go to quieter places like Broadstairs in Kent to write, he couldn’t bear to be away too long either, saying: “A day in London sets me up again and starts me.”

TWO

DICKENS was a father of nine in 1851, apparently a rather semi-detached one. His relationship with his shy and sweet-natured wife, Kate, was increasingly shaky. After giving birth to so many children in the space of 13 years she was, hardly surprisingly, permanently exhausted, and often depressed.

That spring, the family suffered a double blow. Two weeks after the death of Dickens’s father John, their youngest child, eight-month-old Dora, died suddenly after suffering convulsions. Dickens was overwhelmed with grief and deeply anxious about breaking the news to his fragile wife, who was undergoing a rest cure in Malvern.

Whilst he wrote sympathetically and lovingly to Kate, he remarked to a friend that this shock might even do her good: a chilling foreshadowing of his later attempt, when their marriage broke down, to have Kate sent to a mental asylum.

The death of Dora did nothing to slow down Dickens’s prodigious work output and, like most Londoners, he was intrigued by the “Great Exhibition of the Works of Industry of All Nations” which opened in May in Hyde Park. The huge glass building itself was a source of wonder, the brainchild of Joseph Paxton.

The atmosphere before the opening of the Great Exhibition sounds like that of London before the 2012 Olympics – intense excitement, and dread that it would go horribly wrong.

When it was finally opened by Queen Victoria, the Crystal Palace was revealed to be crammed with 133,000 exhibits including the enormous Koh-i-Noor diamond, a steam-powered envelope-making machine, collapsible pianos, and a can of boiled mutton, designed to be taken on a polar exhibition.

Dickens’s work was also represented, with statues of two of his most famous characters: Oliver Twist and Little Nell from The Old Curiosity Shop. However, they couldn’t compete with the popularity of the exciting new flushing toilets in the “retiring rooms”. Eager visitors paid a penny to use them, giving rise to the adage “to spend a penny”.

Not everyone was entranced by it, including Dickens. He grumbled that “I don’t say ‘there’s nothing in it’ – there’s too much.” The future textile designer, 17-year-old William Morris, was so appalled by the vulgarity of it all that he staggered from the building and was sick in the bushes.

But the Great Exhibition was a triumph and crowds poured in from all over Britain. The profits from it went towards the purchase of 87 acres of land in South Kensington. It was here where the Victoria and Albert, the Natural History and Science Museums, Imperial College and the Royal Albert Hall were built. Above all, it was the event that cemented Britain’s position as the world’s leading industrial economy.

THREE

AS IT wound down, Dickens was edging towards writing a new book, Bleak House.

With its twisty plot, pointed social commentary and not one but two unreliable narrators, Bleak House was, says Douglas-Fairhurst, “the greatest fictional experiment of his career.” It was one of the earliest examples of a detective story.

The book is full of nuggets. 1851 was the first-time young women were recorded wearing trousers (or “bloomers”) – in Harrogate of all places. It was also the first-time terms such as “carbohydrate”, “police state” and “science fiction” were widely used.

Although the author focuses on just one year of the writer’s life, Charles Dickens comes over as a deeply complex character: warm, generous, and compassionate yet also overbearing, pompous and selfish. His life was so crammed with incident that you could argue that almost any year was some sort of turning point for him. But that is a very minor quibble about a splendidly enjoyable book.

– The Turning Point by Robert Douglas-Fairhurst is published by Cape, 368pp

. Appendage

Robert Douglas-Fairhurst’s title begs several questions, for there were many turning points in Dickens’s life. The first came in 1824 when his father was incarcerated in the Marshalsea debtors’ prison. Dickens’s mother and younger siblings moved in with his father, but Dickens, aged 12, was sent to work among, as he recalled, “common labouring boys” in Warren’s blacking warehouse. It was a humiliation he never forgot or forgave, and the dilapidated, rat-infested warehouse came back to him in nightmares all his life. As a junior clerk in a law firm he was crazy about the theatre and yearned to be an actor.
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Arts, Literature, Poetry

(Anthology) Poetry by Edward Thomas

Adlestrop

Yes. I remember Adlestrop—

The name, because one afternoon

Of heat the express-train drew up there

Unwontedly. It was late June.

 

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.

No one left and no one came

On the bare platform. What I saw

Was Adlestrop—only the name

 

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,

And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,

No whit less still and lonely fair

Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

 

And for that minute a blackbird sang

Close by, and round him, mistier,

Farther and farther, all the birds

Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

 

Source: Poems (1917)


Analysis

Adlestrop is reflective and peaceful, almost certainly autobiographical in nature. Written in free verse it is presented to us in four stanzas each containing four lines.

The consistent rhyming pattern where the second and fourth line of each stanza ends in a rhyme helps to give the poem a gentle feel, thematically appropriate given the poems lilting content.

The reflection on the natural world could classify the poem as romantic in style. It’s a snapshot of a small and seemingly insignificant moment in the poet’s life.

. First stanza

‘Yes, I remember Adlestrop —

The name, because one afternoon

Of heat the express-train drew up there

Unwontedly. It was late June.’

The first line of the first stanza addresses the reader directly and is striking. It’s as if he is either answering a question, or, more likely, recounting a specific moment in his life. The poem thus becomes a story. This approach is unsurprising for a poet who was also a novelist. Thomas helps to create a vivid and mental picture of what the scene would have looked like by describing it as an afternoon of heat. Yet, it also gives you an idea of the weather at that moment and helps to set the tone of the poem.

He goes on further to say that the train was an express train. Presumably to emphasise that he was looking for a direct route (and didn’t really want to be hanging around). Was he frustrated on being late? Possibly. This notion is supported by the first word of the fourth line: ‘Unwontedly’.

Whilst we may note that the poem ends in a blissful and idyllic fashion there are hints of a discordant feel during the first stanza.

. Second stanza

‘The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.

No one left and no one came

On the bare platform. What I saw

Was Adlestrop — only the name’

The poet manages again to evoke a clear image of the surroundings using very few words. This is clever.

The first line of the second stanza is centred on the sound of the event. In the previous stanza it was more of a description of the physical atmosphere. The reader could perceive this description as meaning that the train was (quite) noisy. Or is the opposite true? Perhaps there is a dull background noise from the hissing steam and the only accompaniment to that sound is a man clearing his throat.

He later goes on to describe how nobody entered or left the train. This is quite obvious given the evidence from the first stanza where we can see this is an unscheduled stop for the train. He describes the platform as being bare, a bleak adjective. He then claims the only thing that appears on the platform is the name of the station, Adlestrop. This is interesting as the station has a Germanic sounding name. Although Thomas has a reputation for being a war poet, this is unlikely to have pertinence to the war and more than likely to just be a coincidence.

. Third Stanza

‘And willows, willow-herb, and grass,

And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,

No whit less still and lonely fair

Than the high cloudlets in the sky.’

Hitherto Thomas hadn’t seemed particularly positive in his comments regarding the train station, seemingly seeing his unscheduled stop as a burden and a chore. But that view seems to dissipate in this section of the poem as the narrator describes the natural world’s influence on the area. He begins by describing the plant life: he lists beautiful plants which paints a serene picture in the mind’s eye. This stanza now becomes visual (whereas previously the narrator explored sounds and atmosphere). He does, though, use personification by suggesting the clouds are carefree. Using the phrase ‘no whit less’ effectively means that they couldn’t care less. This promotes the idea of nature being free-spirited.

Then, interestingly, Thomas describes the clouds as cloudlets. Does this suggest that there is only a spattering of cloud? Is this why the clouds are ascribed as being lonely? All these mental images create a scene of what this area is like.

What we have is a story being told in several different ways; but, the main character is the scenery itself, rather than on the narrator who is sat on a train taking everything in.

. Fourth Stanza

‘And for that minute a blackbird sang

Close by, and round him, mistier,

Farther and farther, all the birds

Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.’

The first line of the fourth stanza makes it clear that the stop at Adlestrop hasn’t been particularly long. They were only there for a minute. The poet calls again on nature to make his points. No longer moaning, it seems, but instead is impressed by the display that is being put on for him. He engenders an image of grandiosity. We cannot think for one moment that he actually believes that of all the birds between Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire are actually singing – although that appears to be what is happening. It’s this use of hyperbole that lends a sense of majesty to an otherwise dull and, at first, frustrating occasion.

What is most interesting is that the poet uses so many place names throughout the poem that it helps to cement in the consciousness a physical positioning on the map. Such an approach adds to the gravitas and believability of the images and sounds the narrator has created in the mind of the reader.

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A Perfect Reflection

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