Dickens, Commitment, and Me
So I’m reading Michael Slater’s new biography of Charles Dickens. (It has very, very small print, but that’s neither here nor there for the purposes of this post. It is a little trying on the eyes, though.) Slater focuses on Dickens as a working writer. The guy worked, then worked some more, then did some work. Nothing but work, work, work like the proverbial dog—from his youth until he worked himself to death in his 50s. As Simon Callow put it a tad more gracefully in his Guardian review of the book, There are times in Michael Slater’s indispensable new… Read more...
