Hard Times (1854)

Fact, fact, fact; in his proper Utilitarian fashion, is all Thomas Gradgrind concerns himself with. Why live a life of frippery and fancy when you can concentrate on the sheer science of the matter in hand and thus be more efficient, profitable and successful in life? Believing his path to be the only one of any value, Gradgrind brings his own children, Louisa and Tom, and the adopted, willful, circus child Cecilia ‘Sissy’ Jupe up in a drab and loveless environment, to the detriment of all. Alongside Gradgrind we are introduced to the inimitable figure of Josiah Bounderby; the consummate self-made man and ‘Bully of Humility’, apparently dragged right up out of the gutter and, by his own force of will and personality, right into Fortune’s lap. We follow these unlikable men and watch, with the assistance of a supporting cast of enigmatic characters, as their way of life crumbles, in Dickens’ own moralistic fashion.

Dickens’ social commentary punches through his narrative more so in Hard Times than in any of his other great novels, pitting the likes of Bounderby against the working classes whom he renames the ‘Hands’; the unfortunate Stephen Blackpool and his companion ‘Rachael’ being those among them who are given a voice by the author. We are presented with some huge, Engels-style concerns from the 19th century social commentator however, unlike Gaskell’s Mary Barton (her North and South, dealing with similar themes, was published at the same time as Hard Times) Dickens’ does this with panache; which worked with me and surely must have therefore pierced the psyche of his contemporary reader.

James Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind talk things through. What smart hats!

Although I found there were dips in the narrative from time to time (to be blamed on my low concentration span more than any lapse by the author), considering when this book was published (1854) Dickens’ prose and dialogue is natural, well-considered and witty. We’re dealing with a pro here after all ladies and gentleman.

Dickens’ political stances are clear, yes the condition of the working classes at the time was appalling and no, he didn’t agree with much of what the Utilitarian movement had to say for itself. But does he ram this down your throat? No. We are nudged and persuaded in an ever so gentle fashion through sheer entertainment. Bounderby is a monstrous, capitalist buffoon, supported by his ridiculous employee ‘Mrs Sparsit’, who was so achingly satirical and vivid in my mind that I was desperate for more.

The only really galling character (who unfortunately took up a lot of space on the page) was the honest, hard-working and, by all accounts, hard done by Stephen Blackpool. Allow me to demonstrate:

‘Weel, ma’am,’ said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; ‘when I ha’ finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there’s nowt to be done wi’out tryin’-cept laying down and dying.’

p. 152

‘Thou changest me from bad to good. Thou mak’st me humbly wishfo’ to be more like thee, and fearfo’ to lose thee when life is ower, and a’ the muddle cleared awa’. Thou’rt an Angel;’

p. 83

Eeeek! There are whole pages of this fake ‘Lancashire dialect’, and although I know it’s an attempt at authenticity and no doubt the ‘hands’ of Preston, Manchester, and other Northern mill towns at the time spoke a little bit like this, it struck me as rather patronising and was pretty tiresome to read on the way to work in the morning. And I’m as northern as they come! *Sigh* It also occurred to me that Stephen was the only person to speak in this irritating way in the entire novel. Not even fellow ‘hand’ Rachael went ‘tup Mill’, so, explain to me Mr Dickens, why oh why?!!!!!

Louisa Gradgrind and Sissy Jupe

Phew, rant over. Clearly overall this book rightly deserves its slim space on the classics shelf. It is, like most of Dickens’ novels, a true window into Victorian England, and really rather funny as well. This could also be a miserable book, but the beauty and skill of Dickens’ writing simply doesn’t allow for misery or boredom. (Unless Stephen Blackpool opens his mouth.) All I wanted was a little more Sissy. Cecilia Jupe is often cited as the heart of this novel, the heart to Gradgrind’s chunk of coal who comes to everyone’s rescue in the end. But does she? She is present in a mere fraction of chapters, the majority of them barely to say a few lines and could, I feel, have been much more pivotal to the story. She becomes a presence just in time for the end of the book and it makes me wonder whether Dickens intended for her to be such a major player in the first place and whether the romantics among us have afforded her more importance as time has gone by….hmmm…thought-provoking stuff.

If you appreciate anything deliciously old-fashioned, do pick up Charles Dickens if you haven’t done so already. There’s a reason he’s considered to be one of, if not the, greatest English writer of all time.

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Typical Dickens -- some social commentary, great caricature characters, intertwined events not revealed until the end; all the greatness (even the usual trait-names).

Unlike some of his other books, though, there is no absolute main character. No-nonsense Barnaby marries Gradgrind's daughter Louisa, who agrees to the loveless marriage to help her brother Tom pay his gambling debts. An abandoned child, a mysterious old woman, a nosy "upperclass" servant, slurring carnies, a bankrobbery, romance and intrigue...hilarity and seriousness all rolled together. ( )

Although there was a lot that I really liked about this book, I didn't find it quite as compelling as some of Dickens' other novels (such as [b:A Tale of Two Cities|1953|A Tale of Two Cities|Charles Dickens|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1344922523s/1953.jpg|2956372]). Partly this is due to the fact that I had some trouble deciphering the way Dickens wrote the English north country accent of several of the characters, which made this novel slightly less accessible than others of his that I have read.

On the plus side, Dickens' view of life in a Northern manufacturing town and his characters are (as usual) extremely well-written. In particular, it was satisfying to me that Gradgrind and Bounderby, great figures of pomposity, each got their comeuppance. Gradgrind becomes reformed and turns out to be not so terrible as misguided. Bounderby is humiliated by the revelation that he had been lying about his humble origins. ( )

Although there was a lot that I really liked about this book, I didn't find it quite as compelling as some of Dickens' other novels (such as [b:A Tale of Two Cities|1953|A Tale of Two Cities|Charles Dickens|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1344922523s/1953.jpg|2956372]). Partly this is due to the fact that I had some trouble deciphering the way Dickens wrote the English north country accent of several of the characters, which made this novel slightly less accessible than others of his that I have read.

On the plus side, Dickens' view of life in a Northern manufacturing town and his characters are (as usual) extremely well-written. In particular, it was satisfying to me that Gradgrind and Bounderby, great figures of pomposity, each got their comeuppance. Gradgrind becomes reformed and turns out to be not so terrible as misguided. Bounderby is humiliated by the revelation that he had been lying about his humble origins. ( )

Well, all in all, it was very Dickensish , and while I enjoyed parts of the book immensely, as a package, I found it wanting. The ending, specially was so very hurried and abrupt.

*Spoiler Alert*

For instance, there is no explanation given for Mrs. Sparsit's intense dislike for Mr. Bounderby or for Louise. And despite her intense dislike for Mr. Bounderby, she goes to all that trouble to find and drag the old woman from her village.

There are many for such instances which don't make much sense or don't seem to add any value to the plot.

I got the feeling that she was always play acting. I agree on the "she wanted things to carry on as usual", but seeing how little Louisa generally cared, she need not have shown the conduct she did...and as a scorned woman, why take the trouble of finding the old woman, about whom she didn't know anything.

Well, for me it was just one of those books, that just doesn't click. Maybe my next Dickens would be better. ( )