Part I
Biography
1
Early Years: London, 1822â1827
Michael Slater
When I tread the old ground, I do not wonder that I seem to see and pity, going on before me, an innocent romantic boy, making his imaginative world out of such strange experiences and sordid things!
David Copperfield, ch.11
THE DICKENSESâ new home, 16 Bayham Street in Camden Town, was appreciably smaller than their last house in Chatham, though the rateable value (ÂŁ22 p.a.) was higher than that of the Ordnance Terrace house (ÂŁ5. 10s.). John Dickens needed to retrench but the evidence indicates that he was soon running up bills with his baker and other tradesmen. For her part, Elizabeth Dickens continued to be landlady as well as wife and mother and so arranged the new home that, even within the confined space of its four rooms on two floors, young Lamert could continue lodging with the family, at least for the time being. He probably had the front room on the first floor, as Tommy Traddles does in Copperfield (ch. 27) when he lodges with the Micawbers in Camden Town, in a house Dickens seems to have based on his memories of Bayham Street. The family, now six in all, would have been squeezed into the remaining accommodation and the little orphan maid-of-all-work whose âsharp little worldly and also kindly waysâ Dickens was later to recall when depicting the Marchioness in The Old Curiosity Shop would have bedded down in the basement kitchen. Dickens himself slept in a kind of rear garret which had its own little staircase but was no more than a sort of cupboard some four and a half feet high, hanging over the [main] stairwayâ.1
Forster, doubtless echoing what he had often heard from Dickens himself, described the area as being then âabout the poorest part of the London suburbsâ and the house itself as âa mean small tenement, with a wretched little back-garden abutting on a squalid courtâ. This description of Bayham Street and its environs was objected to by some Daily Telegraph readers when Forster published it in vol.1 of his Life of Dickens. One reader signing himself or herself âF. M.â called it âa perfect caricature of a quiet street in what was then but a villageâ while another opined that such a grim description âmust have been prompted by [Dickensâs] personal privationsâ.2
3 16 Bayham Street, Camden Town
Forsterâs treatment of Bayham Street exemplifies, in fact, the problematic nature of attempting any sort of objective account of Dickensâs life during 1822â24. Over twenty years later Dickens himself wrote very powerfully and eloquently about this period in the so-called âautobiographical fragmentâ which he used in Copperfield and then gave to Forster (though in quite what form is a puzzle). Forster quotes extensively from it in the second chapter of his Life of Dickens and, since neither anyone involved with the Dickens family at this time nor even anyone who simply came across them has left any record, we have nothing against which to check this strongly emotional account by Dickens himself of his experiences and way of life during these two years. We should also remember that by the time he wrote it he had long been vividly aware of himself as âthe Inimitableâ, a phenomenally gifted and hugely popular creative artist â of being, in fact, what Carlyle was to call âa unique of talentsâ. Moreover, after the profound effect that his 1842 American journey had had upon his sense of self, he had begun, from the time of writing A Christmas Carol onwards, to draw on his own early life for fictional purposes at a much deeper level than before. It is from the standpoint of an established and much-acclaimed literary prodigy, a man in his own words âfamous and caressed and happyâ, that he looks back in anger, grief and pity, as well as something close to incredulity, at what was done to him in his eleventh and twelfth years.3
There must certainly have been much that was bewildering and disturbing about the new family situation for a sensitive and imaginative ten-year-old like Dickens. The abrupt termination of his schooling with, apparently, no plan for its resumption and an only partial comprehension of his fatherâs increasing financial difficulties â a partial comprehension later turned to richly comic account when he was writing the Micawber chapters of Copperfield â must have been uppermost among his concerns, as well as his sudden isolation from friends of his own age. It may have been about this time, too, that his infant sister Harriet died which, along with the news of Mary Lamertâs death in Ireland in September 1822, would have added further gloom to the already beleaguered household. Then in April 1823 Fanny, his dear companion and confidante, left home, having been admitted as a boarder and piano pupil at the newly-founded Royal Academy of Music. It was not only the loss of her company that would have distressed Dickens but also what must have seemed to him the sheer unfairness of this. Somehow thirty-eight guineas a year could be found to pay Fannyâs board and tuition fees at the Academy but apparently nothing could be spared for the continuance of his education. There would have been a bitter personal resonance for him many years later in what he wrote in chapter 8 of Great Expectations, âIn the little world in which children have their existence ⌠there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.â
Today we may well understand how Fannyâs harassed parents must have welcomed Thomas Tomkisonâs willingness to recommend her to the Royal Academy of Music. Tomkison was a piano-maker in Dean Street, Soho, and perhaps came to know the Dickenses through Thomas Barrow, who lodged close by in Gerrard Street. The young Dickens could hardly have been expected to reflect that this privileging of Fannyâs education was, from his parentsâ point of view, entirely reasonable. Yet, as a close student of Dickensâs early life has observed (surely correctly), âAlthough Charles had given promise of a precocious literary bent⌠Fannyâs talent as a pianist and her possession of a good soprano voice were deemed to be a surer guarantee of potential earning power.â In fact, John and Elizabeth had precious little evidence for detecting a âprecocious literary bentâ in their eldest son. True, he had written Misnar and maybe some other âjuvenile tragediesâ but this had more to do with his passionate response to theatre than with literature. They would not have seen his two sketches of curious London characters mentioned in the previous chapter (above, p. 1) as he had not dared to show them to anyone. What was remarkable was his talent for comic recitals and comic songs, something that proved to be also very useful at this time for entertaining his godfather Christopher Huffam and his cronies, one of whom pronounced the boy a âprogidyâ. But a career for his eldest son as a âprofessional gentlemanâ entertaining the boozy patrons of âharmonic eveningsâ, like Mr Smuggins in Sketches by Boz or Little Swills in Bleak House, would hardly have been something that even the convivial and generally easy-going John would have contemplated with equanimity.4
So the puzzled boy was left alone to fall into a mooching way of life, in which he would often, as he later told Forster, spend time gazing dreamily at the distant city of London from a spot near some almshouses at the top of Bayham Street, âa treat that served him for hours of vague reflection afterwardsâ. He made himself useful about the house, cleaned his fatherâs shoes, and ran domestic errands, all the time doubtless feeling both bewilderment and hurt that no-one seemed to have any plans for him. He knew he had a âkind-hearted and generousâ father who had watched by him when he was ill âunweariedly and patiently, many days and nightsâ, and who had encouraged him to dream of one day coming to live in a fine house like Gadâs Hill if he worked hard enough. Yet this same father seemed, he later wrote, âin the ease of his temper and the straitness of his means ⌠to have utterly lost at this time the idea of educating me at all, and to have utterly put from him the notion that I had any claim upon him, in that regard, whatever.â Whether this was John Dickensâs actual state of mind with respect to his eldest son or whether, as is most likely, he was simply unable to pay a second set of tuition fees we cannot now know. Nor can we know what answer he gave when Dickens asked him, as surely he must have done, when he was going back to school. All we know for sure is that, whatever the situation was at the time, the way Dickens recalled it twenty years or so later was that Johnâs attitude towards his education seemed, incomprehensibly, to have been one of total obliviousness.5
Dickensâs life, if devoid of schooling, was not without its treats and pleasures at this time, however. Lamert made a toy theatre for him to play with, and perhaps even took him again to some actual theatres. He found a new source for books, among them Jane Porterâs Scottish Chiefs and Holbeinâs Dance of Death, borrowing them from Uncle Thomas Barrowâs landlady in Gerrard Street, who was a booksellerâs widow (he went there often to visit and help Barrow, laid up with a broken leg). Many of these pleasures can be related directly to his later emergence as the supreme novelist of London, the writer who, both as novelist and journalist, was to describe the city âlike a special correspondent for posterityâ. Among the books he borrowed was the same collection of comic verse, Colmanâs Broad Grins, in which his father had found the recitation piece with which he had scored such a triumph at the âannual displayâ at Gilesâs school in Chatham. Whether or not this now gave him a pang, he was entranced by the description of Covent Garden he found in another of Colmanâs doggerel poems and one time âstole down to the market by himself to compare it with the bookâ. Telling Forster this, he remembered how he went âsnuffing up the flavour of the faded cabbage-leaves as if it were the very breath of comic fictionâ. This seems to have been a solo expedition, as perhaps were his visits to Gerrard Street, but more usually he was accompanied by an adult â sometimes James Lamert perhaps â on visits to the city, responding with fascination and delight to all the sights and sounds of the place. In particular, he was strongly attracted (the âattraction of repulsionâ as Forster calls it) to the socalled ârookeryâ or labyrinthine slum sheltering many criminals of St Giles, located at the southern end of the Tottenham Court Road, the kind of locality he was later to describe in his 1841 preface to Oliver Twist as full of âfoul and frowsy dens, where vice is closely packed and lacks the room to turnâ. Forster records him as saying that âif he could only induce whomsoever took him out to take him through Seven-dials [an area forming part of the ârookeryâ or crime-infested slum of St Giles and later the subject of one of his Boz sketches], he was supremely happy: âGood Heaven!â he would exclaim, âwhat wild visions of prodigies of wickedness, want, and beggary, arose in my mind out of that place!â He loved also the visits to Godfather Huffam in Limehouse which gave him glimpses of the riverside and boatyard life there while âthe London night-sights as he returned were a perpetual joy and marvelâ. These visits must have seemed a bit like the old days at the Mitre in Chatham come back again as Huffamâs friends applauded the boyâs comic singing, and his kindly godfather gave him also more tangible proof of his appreciation in the form of a very handsome half-crown tip. Huffam was, as Dickens was to put it later, the kind of godfather âwho knew his duty and did itâ.6
The essay in which this phrase appears is âGone Astrayâ, which Dickens published in his magazine Household Words on 13 August 1853. Written in the first person, it purports to describe, âliterally and exactlyâ, how the writer was taken as a child for a sight-seeing walk in London, got accidentally separated from his escort, and spent a whole day wandering about the city with his head full of stories about Dick Whittington and Sinbad the Sailor and wondering at all the mysteries and marvels of the place like the huge images of the giants Gog and Magog in the Guildhall. Whether this essay was based on an actual experience of being lost we do not know but one distinguished Dickens scholar has noted that the vividness of his description of little Florence Dombeyâs feelings when she finds herself lost in a similar situation (Dombey and Son, ch. 6) suggests that he is indeed remembering an actual occurrence. However this may be, what is certainly true is that one of the main effects Dickens seeks to create in âGone Astrayâ is to make the reader experience a romantic childâs thrilled and attentive response to the city with all its multitudinous wonders and dangers and this is something that we may certainly take as reflecting autobiographical truth.7
For it was at this time that Dickensâs lifelong fascination with the sights and sounds of London, and with the myriad strange human life-forms bred or shaped by the city, really took hold of him, and even found its first expression in writing. As already noted in the previous chapter, he tried his hand at sketching a couple of ripe London characters. He came across the eccentric old barber (who may have been none other than the father of Turner) through Thomas Barrow, who was shaved by him. The deaf old woman who helped his mother in Bayham Street had a skill in making âdelicate hashes with walnut-ketchupâ that put Dickens in mind of a character in one of his favourite stories Le Sageâs Gil Blas, the pampered canonâs housekeeper who could soften dishes down âto the most delicate or voluptuous palateâ. It seems very likely that the old barber, âwho was never tired of reviewing the events of the last warâ, also reminded Dickens of Sterneâs Uncle Toby in another of his favourite books Tristram Shandy (Toby is obsessed by memories of certain events of the Seven Yearsâ War). We seem to have here, in fact, traces of the earliest example of something that was to become a leading characteristic of Dickensâs later writings both fictional and non-fictional, that is, his use, for a variety of purposes, of literary allusion, especially to Shakespeare and to many of the best-loved books of his childhood such as those just mentioned and The Arabian Nights.8
John Dickensâs affairs, meanwhile, went from bad to worse. He fell behind with payment of the rates and got deeper into debt. He could hardly expect further help from Thomas Barrow nor from his widowed mother, former housekeeper at Crewe Hall, who was now living in retirement in Oxford Street. From her he had, as she recorded in her will in January 1824, already had âseveral Sums of Money some years agoâ and she therefore left him ÂŁ50 less than she left to his childless elder brother William. To young Charles she gave her husbandâs silver watch but no more money to John. In the autumn of 1823 Dickensâs mother, feeling that she must âdo somethingâ, decided to open a school. Dickens presents this in the autobiographical fragment and in Copperfield as a comically hopeless undertaking and was still mocking it years later, after his motherâs death (in Our Mutual Friend, Bk I, ch.4), even though it really was not such a hare-brained idea. By Dickensâs own account, Elizabeth Dickens was a good teacher and it was reasonable to hope that Christopher Huffam might, through his contacts with parents going out to India, be able to get her some pupils. Bigger and better-situated premises were certainly needed for the purpose, however, and shortly before Chri...