Installment 11 of 20, in The Pickwick Papers 180th anniversary readalong, hosted by On Bookes, and commencing in January, just as Dickens’ eleventh installment was published.
Chapter 30 – Last month the
Pickwickians spending their Christmas Holiday at the home of Mr. Wardle. On
Christmas morning, a pair of new visitors are introduced, two young medical
students, surgeons to be precise, or sawbones as Mr. Weller calls them. Mr. Ben
Allen is brother to Arabella, and his companion Mr. Bob Sawyer is an apparent
challenger to Mr. Winkle for Arabella’s affection. The group goes skating after
church, and Winkle embarrasses himself. However, the climax to the chapter
comes when the ever dignified, or at least ever striving for dignity, Mr.
Pickwick falls through the ice. He disappears below the water, and a brief
panic ensues, until Pickwick gains his footing in the chest deep pond. He is
safely transported to warm fire and warm punch and all is well. Before everyone
disperses, Bob Sawyer invites Pickwick and company to his home, back in
environs of London.
Chapter 31 – After the farcical
romp of the last chapter, things turn serious, as the Pickwick’s companions,
and his valet Sam Weller are subpoenaed for the plaintiff in the breach of
promise suit against Mr. Pickwick. Somewhat disconcerted by this visits his own
legal counsel, who in turn introduces Pickwick to Serjeant Snubbin. I’m a bit
unclear on Snubbin’s role, but he is some critical part of Pickwick’s defense
team, and an austere character of supreme confidence.
Chapter 32 – Returns again
to lighthearted fun again. Mr. Pickwick seems quite able to set his legal woes
aside, for an evening – a day – a weekend – of revelry. The Pickwickians pay
their visit to the home of Bob Sawyer, as planned from chapter 30. Before the
party arrives though, the reader learns that Mr. Sawyer is in arrears with his
landlady, and that the situation is nearing a crisis. Mr. Sawyer and his
friends are a fairly common Dickens’ motif – young dandies, living beyond their
means, and aloof to the discomfort it causes their creditors. The Pickwickians
arrive, the party ensues, and at a moment of great joviality – in song – in the
early morning hours, the landlady throws the party out, not without an insult
to the dignity of Mr. Pickwick.
Another motif – of this
particular tale. One feels for dear Mr. Pickwick. He is really quite a decent
chap, a bit pompous, nothing worse, but so often mistaken for a shameless
scoundrel. The reader – this reader at least – worries about his upcoming
trial.
I'm worried about the trial too - when I first started Pickwick I thought with him being so pompous it was fun to laugh at him, but now not only do I feel affection for him but I do really wish him well. It's all fun and games when he has his little accidents, but it'll be a grim read if anything goes wrong this month...
ReplyDeleteI think I'll be reading Feb's instalment this evening.