Excerpt: ...to say nothing, has an air successively of meditation, of resignation, and of desolation, backs on Brewer, makes the tour of Boots, and fades into the extreme background, feeling for his whisker, as if it might have turned up since he was there five minutes ago. But Lammle has him out again before he has so much as completely ascertained the bareness of the land. He would seem to be in a bad way, Fledgeby; for Lammle represents him as dying again. He is dying now, of want of presentation to Twemlow. Twemlow offers his hand. Glad to see him. 'Your mother, sir, was a connexion of mine.' 'I believe so,' says Fledgeby, 'but my mother and her family were two.' 'Are you staying in town?' asks Twemlow. 'I always am,' says Fledgeby. 'You like town,' says Twemlow. But is felled flat by Fledgeby's taking it quite ill, and replying, No, he don't like town. Lammle tries to break the force of the fall, by remarking that some people do not like town. Fledgeby retorting that he never heard of any such case but his own, Twemlow goes down again heavily. 'There is nothing new this morning, I suppose?' says Twemlow, returning to the mark with great spirit. Fledgeby has not heard of anything. 'No, there's not a word of news,' says Lammle. 'Not a particle,' adds Boots. 'Not an atom,' chimes in Brewer. Somehow the execution of this little concerted piece appears to raise the general spirits as with a sense of duty done, and sets the company a going. Everybody seems more equal than before, to the calamity of being in the society of everybody else. Even Eugene standing in a window, moodily swinging the tassel of a blind, gives it a smarter jerk now, as if he found himself in better case. Breakfast announced. Everything on table showy and gaudy, but with a self-assertingly temporary and nomadic air on the decorations, as boasting that they will be much more showy and gaudy in the palatial residence. Mr Lammle's own particular servant behind his chair; the Analytical behind...
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A long holiday journey is perfect for unabridged Dickens. Naxos have followed their excellent Bleak House with Our Mutual Friend, his final finished novel, published in 1865. An almost dead man is fished out of the Thames by a scavenger and his daughter. Who is he, and how did he get there? The answer lies deep in London's lucratively managed rubbish heaps, and a gothic mystery worthy of Wilkie Collins unrolls. David Timson makes the cavalcade of contemporary types compellingly real the nouveaux riches Veneerings, the pompous Podsnaps, Boffin the deep and devious king of Dust, the charitable Jew Riah and the touchingly mad Jenny Wren. --Christina Hardyment, The Times
Our Mutual Friend is a rich, dark work, fuelled by Dickens's disgust with the worship of money he saw in the society around him. It takes many days to listen to the complete convoluted story, with Timson relishing every shifting mood and all 58 characters, and capturing the sharp edge of Dickens's satire in set-pieces such as the vulgar dinner parties held by the grotesque Veneerings for their ephemeral 'best friends'. The whole is packed with powerful scenes, such as where pathos is fired by fury when old Betty is forced to give away the last beloved remnant of her family, her orphaned grandson, in order to avoid the workhouse. Unabridged Dickens as gloriously presented as this is the creme de la creme of audio listening. --Rachel Redford, The Observer
The real protagonist of Dickens s murder-mystery novel is the befouled River Thames, which gives up its dead to the scavenging Hexham. Timson's voices for the kaleidoscope of characters, from the dolls' dressmaker to the false friends of the moneyed Veneerings, are the best of the best. --Rachel Redford, The Observer
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Well, if, like me you've been struggling to come to terms with your rampant imagination and like the idea of dead bodies floating in the River Thames, or chunks of dead bodies preserved in glass bottles, well then, I suppose this little number is just for you. Give it a try. Charles.
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Book Description Collins, 1977. Book Condition: Fair. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has hardback covers. In fair condition, suitable as a study copy. Bookseller Inventory # 4612338
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