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Monday, July 10, 2017

Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby and the Yorkshire Schools

   

 Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby and the Yorkshire Schools; Fact v Fiction, is a new book by Yesterday’s Papers contributor, Robert J. Kirkpatrick.

IN 1838, in The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby, Charles Dickens set out to expose the “scandal” of cheap Yorkshire boarding schools. Controversy over the accuracy and fairness of Dickens’s claims about these schools, as portrayed by Dotheboys Hall and its tyrannical master, Wackford Squeers, has raged ever since. Most attention has been focused on the supposed model for Dotheboys Hall, Bowes Academy in what was then the North Riding of Yorkshire, and its proprietor William Shaw. This has left many other aspects of the controversy under-explored. Dickens and his supporters, and many critics, made claims about the schools and the effect that Nicholas Nickleby had on them which can now be shown to have been wildly inaccurate.

This book sets out to explore these myths, to present a comprehensive history of the Yorkshire schools (in particular told through their advertisements), and to collect all the previously-published accounts of life at these schools — those that appeared before 1838 and those that appeared afterwards — bringing them all together for the first time. It is hoped that, by presenting all the evidence in one place, a full and balanced picture of the Yorkshire schools will help differentiate between the facts and the fiction.

Published by Mosaic (Teesdale) Ltd., Snaisgill, Middleton-in-Teesdale,
Co. Durham DL12 0RP 
Paperback, 380 pages.
Available HERE.


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Death and Mr Pickwick – a novel


    
“MY DEAR CHARLIE, – There has been going on for years an attempt on the part of Seymour’s widow, to extort money from me, by representing that he had some inexplicable and ill-used part in the invention of Pickwick ! ! ! ” — writer  Charles Dickens in a letter to his son, dated April 4, 1866
     
by John Adcock
    
BRITISH literature in serial form goes back as far as the 17th century but serial novels entered the mainstream in February of 1836, when a young Charles Dickens (24), a reporter on the Morning Chronicle, agreed to write the text to accompany comic prints by the illustrator Robert Seymour. Four hundred copies of the first instalment were printed and appeared on March 31, 1836, under a very long title — The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club containing a faithful record of the Perambulations, Perils, Travels, Adventures and Sporting Transactions of the Corresponding Members, edited by “Boz” the name under which Dickens rose to fame — with four illustrations by Seymour, published by Chapman and Hall in London.

Pickwick Club sales were slow at first, on April 20 illustrator Seymour (37) placed the muzzle of a fowling piece into his mouth and blew out his brains after the second number of the series, but despite this inauspicious start Pickwick recovered and went on to become the most beloved character in English fiction. Now, nearly 180 years later, Death and Mr Pickwick tells of the “creation and afterlife” of Dickens’ most popular novel.

PLOT AND STORY. The narrator is a hack writer employed by a collector of Pickwickian texts and illustrations to write Death and Mr Pickwick under the pseudonym Inscriptino. The collector uses the pseudonym Mr. Inbelicate, referring to a printer’s error in the first edition of The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.

Caricaturist Robert Seymour is pictured as a gay married man who suffers from a melodramatic depressive nature. The suspense builds to an excruciating pitch as Dickens and his collaborators shoulder Robert Seymour into second place status on Pickwick, steal his original characters, and spend the rest of their lives covering up the theft. Charles Dickens, John Forster, and Chapman and Hall are not presented in a sympathetic light.

Scenes shift as we observe the celebrated men of the period mingle in gin-houses, highway inns and print-shops. Among the characters are Thomas Rowlandson, illustrator of The Tour of Dr. Syntax in Search of the Picturesque, Pierce Egan, author of Life in London, George Cruikshank, illustrator of Jack Sheppard, the engraver George Adcock, Rudolph Ackermann, William Heath, Gilbert à Beckett, Robert William Buss and “Phiz” (Hablôt Knight Browne). The caricaturist’s wife, Jane Seymour, is one of the strongest female characters.

AUTHOR. Stephen Jarvis, the English author of Death and Mr Pickwick – a novel, a book of 800+ pages based on the life of caricaturist Robert Seymour, builds a splendidly satisfying story from the rubble and romance of obscure episodes in the history of illustrated British literature.

Death and Mr Pickwick – a novel,
Available May 21, 2015, from
Random House (UK) and
Farrar, Straus and Giroux (US)

            
See the Sketches by Seymour HERE.


READ ALL REVIEWS!
Jarvis’ novel is already praised as  “…a phenomenon itself…”

★ Peter Kemp in The Sunday Times, May 17 HERE.
(this TST review is only available to subscribers 
but also pasted into author Stephen Jarvis’ facebook page HERE.)
★ Lucasta Miller in The Independent, May 17 HERE.
★ Nicholas Dames Was Dickens a Thief ?” in The Atlantic, May 20 HERE.
Kirkus Review, May 15 HERE.
Publisher’s Weekly, June HERE.
 

Monday, September 26, 2011

Yesterday's Waste Paper



Image found in an old penny dreadful. Poole's is apparently on the site of Dickens's 'Old Curiosity Shop.'

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sketches by Seymour


Robert Seymour (1798-1836) apprenticed as a pattern-drawer. He began as a copper-engraver in 1827 and later worked chiefly in lithography. He was a frequent woodcut contributor to the unstamped papers of the radical press. His cartoons appeared in The Looking Glass, McClean’s Monthly Sheet of Caricature, the Odd Fellow, The Museum, Bell’s Life in London, The Comic Magazine, Figaro in London, and The Squib. He illustrated Hervey’s Book of Christmas in 1835 and contributed to Louisa H. Sheridan’s annual Comic Offering.

Sketches by Seymour were published between 1834 and 1836 in detached prints at 3d. each, by Richard Carlile, radical publisher of Paine’s Age of Reason. Seymour was paid 15 shillings per drawing. Carlile sold the copyright and lithographic stones to Henry Wallis, picture dealer and engraver, who retained the copyright and passed on the stones to G. S. Tregear of 96 Cheapside, London, who transferred the drawings to steel and published them in 1838 in 5 bound volumes.

Seymour is best remembered for instigating “The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.” In 1836 Charles Dickens agreed to write the text to accompany comic prints by Seymour. Sales were slow, and the illustrator shot himself to death after the second number, but by the fourth number things had improved and Dickens was a household name in England.

The cover illustration at top is from Volume 4 of Tregear’s version in steel-engraving. The illustrations below are from volume One. And I wonder if the corpulent cricketer in No. 8 below was the original inspiration for Dickens famous Fat Boy from Pickwick.










Thursday, October 22, 2009

Mangling the Classics



A look at one of the more disreputable publishing ventures of Charles Henry Ross, creator of Ally Sloper. “The Editor” is Charles Dickens Junior and he lambastes both Mary Braddon and C. H. Ross for their chop jobs. The work referred to was “C. H. Ross’s Penny Library.” For one penny the buyer received the “cut and paste” version of popular works in 32 page pocket books. Titles included The Hunchback of Notre Dame, the Confessions of Harry Lorrequor, The Mysteries of Paris and “Newgate” by Charles Dickens.

Household Words, 1881 Vol. p. 450

The Editor’s Note Book.

That Mrs. Braddon’s abridgement of Scott’s novels would be speedily followed by other mangled versions of popular books was only to be expected. Charles Dickens, Charles Lever, Lord Lytton and Captain Marryat are to furnish materials for the next series, which is also to deal with Sir Walter, and for the production of which the scissors of Charles H. Ross have been called into requisition.

As to the propriety or good taste of such a manner of dealing with the illustrious dead, I do not think it necessary to express an opinion. The personal interest which I have in the matter might lead some people to suppose that I approached the question with an unfair bias if I were to speak my mind as freely as I should like to speak it, so like the parrot in the story, I must content myself with “thinking a lot.”

But this, at all events, I must say. To publish a garbled version of a novel, and to let it go forth to the public with a title-page calling it “The Story of Oliver Twist, by Charles Dickens,” is nothing more or less than fraud. It should be enough for the publisher that he is able to lay hands on a story, owing to the expiration of the ridiculously short period of copyright with which the English Parliament rewards literary men. But, if we must have this sort of thing at all, the book ought at least to be honestly announced as “Oliver Twist, abridged by Charles H. Ross from the novel by Charles Dickens.”

*Illustration from original 1846 Oliver Twist in Monthly parts.


Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Billy the Cartwheeler



In 1970 The Scarecrow Press Inc., of Metuchen, New Jersey, issued a remarkable book called Billy the Cartwheeler Reminiscences by W. Harrison Culmer “The Last of the Dickens Boys.” I’m not sure what Dickens scholars thought of this tale, which can only be described as “startling,” but I had the uneasy feeling when reading it that my leg was being pulled to unconscionably long length. The memories were evidently composed in America sometime in the 1930’s.

The reminiscences of Billy the Cartwheeler (1859-1939) seem to be partly true, Culmer knows his London streets. His description of the Magdalen Ragged School he attended, situated in a cobble-stoned blind alley facing Tooley Street, is fine. His tales of Dickens are, however, an amazing species of melodramatic braggadocio, especially the tale of a Pickwickian carriage ride to a picnic with Charles Dickens at the reins.

Billy was one of those poor street boys who earned his living turning cartwheels in crowded thoroughfares for the coins tossed from admiring passengers in omnibuses and cabs. It was a dangerous way to make a living somersaulting through streets choked with pedestrians and traffic. To make a long story short “Dickens Boys,” (apparently there were seven of them), served as his sources for his writings when he needed information on the underworld of London. It seems quite strange that Dickens, a man who took long night walks all over London and had the assistance of the London detective police to make first-hand investigations into the Seven Dials and other insalubrious areas of the metropolis, should seek the assistance of a precocious ten year old street boy. Dickens comes across as a vaguely feather-headed old duffer with no firsthand knowledge of the geography of London.

There are no dates in this book but from hints in the texts I judge these “memories” to be from the years 1867-1869. Now to the point of this post:



Culmer mentions the serial Oliver Twist twice in the text. In the Preface and Author’s Introduction he recalls Dickens fame among street Arabs was because of the serialization of his popular works in penny weekly numbers. These appeared every Saturday afternoon with a medallion portrait of the author in the upper left hand corner of the parts.

The other mention gives more details about these penny numbers. One Saturday in March Billy the Cartwheeler walked to Exeter Place for a rehearsal of the Queen’s Choir made up of Ragged School students from the slums. Billy remembered the exact time, 12:30, because it was at that precise moment every Saturday that newsboys materialized all over London selling halfpenny numbers of Oliver Twist in a “single sheet, folded once, usually containing one chapter on the four pages.” The cover contained only the title with a portrait of Charles Dickens the size of a penny on one corner and “Ha’penny Edition” opposite. I might add that no such edition of Oliver Twist has survived to amuse this generation.

David Paroissien compiled Oliver Twist An Annotated Bibliography in 1986 in 313 pages of small text. The Annotated Bibliography is a thorough and authoritative look at every edition of Oliver Twist that has survived including plagiarisms, parodies, children’s versions and contemporary reviews of that marvelous work of Newgate Fiction. Alas no “Ha’penny Edition” with penny-sized portrait is mentioned. Chapman & Hall published a cheap edition in weekly numbers at one and a halfpenny in 1850 which had a special Cruikshank woodcut on the wrapper but there is no mention of a penny or ha’penny Oliver Twist appearing in 1867-1869.

Chapman & Hall issued The Adventures of Oliver Twist in 1867, illustrated, at three shillings per copy, and the covers carried a facsimile of Dickens signature on the cover to indicate “his present watchfulness over his own Edition,” but no portrait. There were numerous unauthorized works published in 1839 and penny parodies (Oliver Twiss the Workhouse Boy) that same year then nothing in pennies until 1881 when Charles Henry Ross edited a sixteen page scissors & paste hackwork Oliver Twist (The Penny Library of Popular Authors) concentrating on criminal excerpts for penny publisher Henry Vickers.

Billy also recalls a statue of Charles Dickens round which these penny weekly numbers were sold. Dickens was aghast at the thought of memorial statues to himself and it was not until 1891 that a statue was unveiled, not in London but in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Dickens had a stipulation in his will that no monument or statue of him ever be erected, a dying wish his family recently tried to have annulled.

Ah, Billy, ye was a fine romancer, but Billy the Cartwheeler seems to be just that, a romance. It may be partly true, it may have more than one author, (Muriel Harding ?) it’s an enjoyable time-waster, but in the end it seems our Billy, the “last” of Dickens Boys, was but a leg-puller after all.