For over a month now, I have been lugging Martin Chuzzlewit around in my bag. That’s me, sitting in the theater lobby reading Dickens and wondering if Marnie will ever end. (It’s the Met Live in HD at a local theater.) But to be honest, it’s a roll of the dice which bores me more, Martin Chuzzlewit or Marnie.
I am a great fan of Dickens, and I adored rereading Bleak House this fall. But instead of reading Martin Chuzzlewit straight through, I keep setting it aside for other books. As a result I have read a lot of light fiction this month, including E. M. Delafield’s The Way Things Are, an undistinguished novel about a disenchanted housewife, and Kate Carlisle’s bibliophile mystery, Once upon a Spine (don’t bother!). Not that I didn’t enjoy these books, but talk about mediocre!
On Oct. 28 I wrote in my journal:
Am making progress in Martin Chuzzlewit. Love the Pecksniffs! They’re so horrible, but really funny. Martin’s adventures in America, however, are dull, though he does get scammed and buys land in Eden, which turns out to be a swamp. Wow, the American values ARE SO BAD. I did know Dickens hated his tour of America. I didn’t remember Martin as so unlikable, but the Chuzzlewits and their relatives the Pecksniffs are all NO GOOD in different ways.
And since Oct. 28…nothing!
I have so many complaints about this excellently-written, weird book. First, the heft of it! The edition I’m reading: 839 pages. Not as long as Bleak House, but it seems longer. And I have to wrestle it it out of my handbag before I can get to my money, brush, memo pad, British Library pen, or trail mix. So whether I am at Dillard’s or Walmart, it is a huge production. “What a big book!” people say in a sprightly way.
(I silently raise my eyebrows.)
Perhaps Martin Chuzzlewit was unpopular in its day (and none too pop now) for a reason. There is no real plot, and the character sketeches don’t really hang together. The good characters are much less interesting than the wicked. I can take the Pecksniffs–and the affected daughters are eventually radicalized by learning the secrets of the Pecksniff men– but every time I read a scene about the Anglo-Bengalee Disinterested Loan and Assurance Company, I tune out. Who could find that funny?
At its worst, there are beautifully weird sentences. But I am not enjoying it, and can’t wait to finish.
The weird thing is that I enjoyed MC on a camping trip in the ’90s. That’s probably because there was nothing else to do while shivering on a rocky beach on Lake Superior.
8 thoughts on “A Month of Dickens’ “Martin Chuzzlewit””
Hmmm. MC is the only major Dickens I haven’t read and you don’t inspire me to get on with it any time soon. I have read his American Notes about his tour of the U.S. He despised spitting and slavery. I can’t say that I blame him.
There certainly was more spitting than I could handle! Frances Trollope wrote about that too. Parts of MC are enjoyable, and I hate to put you off Dickens, because there are some charming moments and very funny scenes. It’s just a ramble!
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Somehow, I think I (we?) had more patience with large books when I was younger. I doubt that today’s short attention span young people feel the same. My patience had decreased with age. So many books, so little time.
Yes, we’re used to shorter books. I shouldn’t have read two hefty Victorian novels in a row!
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I want to hear about Marnie! I missed my chance to see this via Met Live recently, and I was feeling a bit down about missing it. Sounds like it was a lucky escape…? 🙂 Read the book recently and liked it quite a lot.
I liked the movie. 🙂
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Hah! That’s true: location, location, location!