tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post6108866990328697904..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: walking, archeology, DickensAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-5534980850730505032010-10-15T12:23:51.797+01:002010-10-15T12:23:51.797+01:00We are agreed about Dombey & Son. I am glad to...We are agreed about Dombey & Son. I am glad to see that E Waugh is of the same opnion. Now I come to think of it,I think that you and I have discussed this execrable work before. Serialisation explains the longuers of many 19th Century novels, which come in some instances pretty close to what we now call soap operas. I think that I am lulled by the soap opera qualities of Barnaby Rudge.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-48658415158644367772010-10-15T11:55:21.664+01:002010-10-15T11:55:21.664+01:00I am delighted that your Kindle may possibly rehab...I am delighted that your Kindle may possibly rehabilitate Dickens. I read Barnaby Rudge comparatively recently but have forgotten it entirely; my sharper memories are reserved for Dombey and Son ("The worst novel ever written", E. Waugh) which triggered a hiatus of several years. The style I can accept, also the imaginative settings and the somewhat over-exaggerated characters. What was particularly hard to bear was the self-evident traces of its earlier life as a magazine serial; these have a repetitively deadening effect on the novel.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com