The Life of Charles Dickens, Vol. I-III, CompleteJohn Forster
The Life of Charles Dickens, Vol. I-III, Complete
John Forster
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Book language: English
1154 pages
The Life of Charles Dickens is John Forster's three-volume biography of the novelist, written by his friend and literary executor. Drawing on letters and personal memory, it traces Dickens's career and character against Victorian England. It offers a close, informed portrait for readers interested in Dickens and his world.
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Opening of the book
THE LIFE OF Charles Dickens THE LIFE OF CHARLES DICKENS BY JOHN FORSTER. THREE VOLUMES IN TWO. VOL. I.
———————— BOSTON: JAMES R. OSGOOD & COMPANY, (LATE TICKNOR & FIELDS, AND FIELDS, OSGOOD, & CO.) 1875. THE LIFE OF CHARLES DICKENS BY JOHN FORSTER. VOL. I. 1812-1842. TO THE DAUGHTERS OF CHARLES DICKENS, M Y G O D - D A U G H T E R M A R Y AND HER SISTER KATE, This Book is Dedicated
BY THEIR FRIEND, AND THEIR FATHER'S FRIEND AND EXECUTOR, JOHN FORSTER NOTE TO THE PRESENT EDITION. Such has been the rapidity of the demand for successive impressions of this book, that I have found it impossible, until now, to correct at pages 31, 87, and 97 three errors of statement made in the former editions; and some few other mistakes, not in themselves important, at pages 96, 101, and 102. I take the opportunity of adding that the mention at p. 83 is not an allusion to the well-known "Penny" and "Saturday" Magazines, but to weekly periodicals of some years' earlier date resembling them in form. One of them, I have since found from a later mention by Dickens himself, was presumably of a less wholesome and instructive character. "I used," he says, "when I was at school, to take in the Terrific Register, making myself unspeakably miserable, and frightening my very wits out of my head, for the small charge of a penny weekly; which, considering that there was an illustration to every number in which there was always a pool of blood, and at least one body, was cheap." An obliging correspondent writes to me upon my reference to the Fox-under-the-hill, at p. 62: "Will you permit me to say that the house, shut up and almost ruinous, is still to be found at the bottom of a curious and most precipitous court, the entrance of which is just past Salisbury Street. . . . It was once, I think, the approach to the halfpenny boats. The house is now shut out from the water-side by the Embankment." Palace Gate House, Kensington, 23d December, 1871.