Janet Potter of The Millions writes about Bleak House as a "staff pick," which doesn't make much sense, as she doesn't seem to like it very much. One gets that impression when an author writes things like "You have to embrace Bleak House for what it is — a rambling, confusing, verbose, over-populated, vastly improbable story which substitutes caricatures for people and is full of puns. In other words, an 800-page Dickens novel." Or when she concludes, "But if Dickens is only trying half the time, you’ve still got an enjoyable book."
It never fails to astonish me that people can get Dickens so wrong. I mean, if you don't like him, that's one thing. But to assume that he's "only trying half the time" when the fruits of his hard, painstaking, incessant labor are on every page . . . words fail me.
Words didn't fail her commenters, though! It does a Dickensian's heart good to see how many of them leaped to the master's defense.
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