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Why is Dickens’ legacy neglected by London?

We often forget we are walking on Dickens’ streets, say the staff at the author’s museum. Gerald Isaaman sees how he changed the world


The serialisation of Bleak House from The Dickens Catalogue (see below)


Dickens, aged 25, when he lived at Doughty Street. Portrait by Samuel Laurence


Cedric Charles Dickens (oldest descendant of the author), Lucinda Dickens Hawksley (a writer) and Mark Dickens (the official head of the family)


Nicholas Nickleby from The Dickens Catalogue


The Dickens Museum in Doughty Street

CHARLES Dickens’ fame leaps forward into future generations thanks to the recreation of his compelling sagas of life in Victorian England that seem as pertinent today as they were when his quill pen splashed over the pages.
On BBC1, Bleak House, his haunting expose of the legal profession, was watched weekly by millions, so too the recent repeat of Nicholas Nickleby. Meanwhile, David Copperfield is on Radio 4, the Royal Shakespeare Company is presenting a stage adaptation of Great Expectations and A Christmas Carol is back on the West End stage with Shane Ritchie.
Then there is the new Roman Polanski film of Oliver Twist to complete the amazing bonanza which includes Dickens dramas dropping off the bookshop shelves as his magical talents are rediscovered.
There is no doubt that Dickens is alive and well and still living in Bloomsbury. Just drop into No 48 Doughty Street and you can undoubtedly feel his presence as you climb the staircase to his study and see the desk where his imagination came alive.
Indeed, you can do so at Christmas when the Charles Dickens Museum, as it is now called, is open on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day. Visitors will be greeted with a glass of mulled wine and mince pies. And there will be readings from Dickens and films on his life.
Sophie Slade, the new curator, will be there in Victorian dress to greet you and the Georgian house illuminated with Christmas lights and decorations.
“Dickens had quite a thing about Christmas,” says Sophie, the curator since July. “He was undoubtedly a fan, as people know from his work. We use what he wrote about Christmas in our programme. Members of the family, like Lucinda Dickens Hawksley, give readings too.
“And we have a special version of our one-man play about Dickens and show film versions of Dickens novels and there are versions from the Muppets to more highbrow movies.”
But Doughty Street has not exactly been overwhelmed with visitors since the July bombs.
“We need to break through that hidden London barrier,” insists Sophie. “People find Doughty Street from all over the world, but Londoners much less so. People here can be very insular to their history.” So the festive events are aimed at drawing people in to feel the Dickens touch in a house full of remarkable memorabilia you need to see for yourself, from the original monthly magazine serials of his novels – they paid a shilling a time for them – to some of the house’s original furniture.
“London more or less shuts down for Christmas and there is little for people to do,” says Sophie. “Christmas here is very popular – last year people queued down the street.” Tickets cost £12.
Dickens arrived at newly-built Doughty Street in 1837 with Catherine Hogarth, his wife he had married two years earlier, their first child Charles, Dickens’ brother, Frederick, and his sister-in-law, Mary Hogarth, plus servants. The four-storey, rented property was appropriate for a young author gathering success from his Pickwick Papers.
In those days, Doughty Street had gates at each end to preserve a peaceful atmosphere, and during his two and a half years there Dickens became the father of two daughters.
It was an area he knew well, as he did much of today’s modern Camden, having lived as a child at 15 Bayhem Street, Camden Town, long since demolished, as are the houses in Devonshire Place, St Marylebone, and Tavistock Square, where Dickens lived later.
You find associations all over the borough, from the Spaniards Inn, in Hampstead, as the venue for Pickwick’s rambles and the Heath itself the scene for the hunt down of Bill Sikes to Brownlow Mews, behind Doughty Street, popping up as Mr Brownlow in Oliver Twist and Dickens’ amorous association with Baroness Burdett-Coutts, the millionairess banker, at her mansion on Highgate’s Holly Lodge estate.
Yet, surprisingly, Camden doesn’t promote the borough with a Dickens’ trail or honour the memory of a man who fought for schools for the poor.
Visitors to the museum often look for more about the trauma of young Dickens working in a blacking factory and visiting his father in debtors’ prison, events that influenced his passionate narrative.
“That was a very poignant time in his life,” Sophie explains.
Do people see him as a hero? “I think so,” she replies. “He did so much good work. For Nicholas Nickleby he visited Yorkshire schools where there was so much controversy about their brutality towards children. He sponsored children at the Foundling Hospital, here in Camden, and set up a hostel for fallen women.
“But what he did with his novels had more impact on society than any of his specific acts of philanthropy.”
She believes that new adaptations of Dickens’ work, even if not universally approved, are to be welcomed for keeping his name alive.
“He had a message for the people and his work is still resonant,” adds Sophie. “No doubt he would have a lot to say if he came back today and discovered that so much hasn’t changed.”
Sophie feels his presence in the museum.
“I get a sense of him here,” she reveals. “I don’t look over my shoulder and see the beard. But there are certain rooms where I feel his presence, mainly the rooms that are most unchanged since Dickens’ happy days here.
“Is there a ghost of Dickens about? I’m not sure. The house is very atmospheric, especially in the evening when there are no visitors. There is a very definite feel to it.
“A company called Paranormal Tours came here recently to find out whether we had any paranormal activity. But they determined that there wasn’t enough to warrant what they call a paranormal tour.”
But the inspiration of Dickens remains. In the museum shop the best-selling item are quill pens for £1.95. But you can buy a big one for £3.95 and set yourself the task, just like Dickens did, to conquer the world’s evils.

EXPLORE THE BACK PAGES

IT would cost £8,000 to buy a first edition of Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol in its original cloth, dating back to 1843. A Tale of Two Cities, in red cloth, is £2,800 while you could pick up a first edition of Bleak House for £1,250.
These are some of the little nuggets that can be found in the incredibly comprehensive Dickens Catalogue that has just been published by antiquarian bookshop Jarndyce.
Based in Great Russell Street opposite the British Museum for the past 35 years, Jarndyce has developed a reputation for its scholarly work on 18th and 19th-century books. The Dickens Catalogue, compiled by Joshua
Clayton and Helen Smith, features more than 1,700 collectable items, along with pictures and revealing details from his life – there is even a reproduction of a letter sent to The Times by Dickens, from his home in Devonshire Terrace, outraged at a public execution he had just witnessed.
• The Dickens Catalogue, Jarndyce, £6.

DICKENS' PROLIFIC YEARS

Maybe it was because he was a parliamentary reporter and used shorthand, but certainly Charles Dickens was most industrious while in Doughty Street.
He wrote the following: the last six monthly numbers of Pickwick Papers, 22 parts of Oliver Twist, and miscellaneous magazine pieces, including The Mudfog Papers, and 19 monthly episodes of Nicholas Nickleby. He also wrote Sketches of Young Gentlemen, his Memoirs of Joseph Grimaldi, The Lamplighter, a farce written for his actor friend Macready not performed in Dickens’ life-time, and a few chapters of Barnaby Rudge.
 

   
   
 
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