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Little Dorrit

Novel, 1857
approx. 348,000 words
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Notable lines
First line

Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.

Great lines

Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving—HOW NOT TO DO IT.

A person who can't pay, gets another person who can't pay, to guarantee that he can pay. Like a person with two wooden legs getting another person with two wooden legs, to guarantee that he has got two natural legs. It don't make either of them able to do a walking match.

Mrs General had no opinions. Her way of forming a mind was to prevent it from forming opinions. She had a little circular set of mental grooves or rails on which she started little trains of other people's opinions, which never overtook one another, and never got anywhere.

"Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes, and prism are all very good words for the lips: especially prunes and prism."

...his genius, during his earlier manhood, was of that exclusively agricultural character which applies itself to the cultivation of wild oats.

Last line

They went quietly down into the roaring streets, inseparable and blessed; and as they passed along in sunshine and shade, the noisy and the eager, and the arrogant and the froward and the vain, fretted and chafed, and made their usual uproar.

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Chances are, you think of Charles Dickens in one of two opposite ways. As the writer, the very icon of the great and popular author for the masses, against whose work all.... more

Little Dorrit


Killing social evil with kindness

You could make a case that every Charles Dickens novel is atypical in some way, but Little Dorrit really is a special case.

For one thing, it's been called his most political novel—the book that George Bernard Shaw said converted him to socialism and that other great figures considered an example of Christian writing by Dickens.

But social criticism by itself is not enough to set Little Dorrit apart. Hard Times, Barnaby Rudge and A Tale of Two Cities are all centred on political—even revolutionary—movements. And many of his less overtly political writing, like Oliver Twist and Bleak House—contain strong elements of social critique.

But most of those works also contain brilliantly memorable characters who give them a life outshining the social drama. In Little Dorrit we see Dickens straining to create such personages, but none of them do come into their own, which may be why the novel has faded somewhat in the public's heart over the years. We have no indelible human image to hang on to.

Little Dorrit, herself, may be the best candidate for the Pip or Oliver Twist treatment in this novel but, like many of the author's good female characters, she is too good. Where her self-sacrificing, altruistic impulses come from, we never know, apart from some vague religious musings. Despite being the titular character, she is a quiet little mystery, forever unsolved, off to the side of the serious action. We admire her and we yearn for her and the actual central character, Arthur Clennam, to recognize their mutual feelings and join together. But we never really know her.

Similar comments can be made about other characters who come and abruptly go in Little Dorrit. They are fleshed out to serve the plot and perform entertainingly enough, yet never jump off the page. They remain characters, or in some cases caricatures, rather than human beings we can fully empathize with. The villains do villainous deeds, but for evil-doing they can't hold a candle to the British institutions being critiqued.

And maybe that's all right. Maybe it's more important that this novel raise questions about society rather than comfort readers with personal melodrama. The Circumlocution Office, an exemplar of bureaucracy designed to prevent social change and preserve the interests of the elite, may be a Dickens creation as great as any of his colourful characters. (It's supposed to be based on the actual British Treasury.)

In commentary on Little Dorrit, much is often made of the treatment of debtors, represented by the incarceration of the Dorrit family in the notorious Marshalsea prison (where Dickens's own father had once lived). The well-being of the Dorrits in prison, though, does not seem as bad as that of many of Dickens's impoverished characters at liberty in other novels. And the Marshalsea, which in real life had a history of the most horrific oppression, had been closed for over a decade when Little Dorrit was published.

The more effective criticism in my view is throughout the novel in all the major and minor depictions of the social system, how the castes interact, the pretentions of the affluent, criminal business dealings regarded as awe-inspiring acts of social benefit, squalid self-interest paraded as patriotism. These are the elements that give breath to Little Dorrit.

In general, the work appears overlong, meandering, having too many characters entering and leaving seemingly arbitrarily, as if Dickens was casting about for ways to add subplots to meet his weekly quota of words. (This is often said of Dickens—that he continually padded his stories with long descriptions and unnecessary twists to churn out his instalments for serial publication—but not always fairly. In Little Dorrit, though, it does apply.)

The novel does come alive with great sardonic swatches of inspired wordsmithing as Dickens grips the issues that impassion him. Some of the deepest-felt and satirical writing of his career is found in Little Dorrit.

There's a gathering excitement as the various plots start to come together in each of the two major parts of the novel.

In the end, the author's outrage is blunted by his resorting to tried and true formulas to resolve the personal stories: the unexpected inheritance of a fortune, an inexplicable change of heart by a dark figure, a minor character coming forward to expose a wicked one.

We are left with no political reforms put forward, only the rather dubious suggestion that if we could profit by emulating the kind Little Dorrit.

One gets the sense Dickens had said all he wanted on the great issues and wanted to get out of the human story as neatly as possible.

As you will when you read it.

— Eric