The New York Post recently ran this jawdropper of a passage, quoting George Orwell:
"In George Orwell’s essay on Charles Dickens, he wonders what the Victorian novelist’s heroes get up to after the books end: 'The answer evidently is that they did nothing . . . That is the spirit in which most of Dickens’ books end — a sort of radiant idleness. His heroes, once they had come into money and "settled down," would not only do no work; they would not even ride, hunt, shoot, fight duels, elope with actresses or lose money at the races. They would simply live at home in feather-bed respectability, and preferably next door to a blood-relation living exactly the same life.'"
(Full quote available here.)
I hope it doesn't look like I'm trying to detract from Orwell's undisputed greatness, if I ask what on earth he was smoking when he wrote that. I can think of maybe THREE Dickens novels that ended this way. And if you take a novel like Hard Times or Great Expectations or Little Dorrit, or any one of a number of others I could name, that's almost the exact opposite of the way that they ended.
Yes, Orwell was undoubtedly a great writer . . . but as a Dickens critic, he may have left a little something to be desired.
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