September 17th, 2021


We'd planned to go to Brighton, but when it came to it we couldn't think of anything we actually wanted to do when we got there, so we went to Cuckmere Haven instead.

There are three paths leading from the car park to the beach- a distance of about a mile- and I've now walked them all. One of them takes you to the eastern side of the Cuckmere river and the other two take you to the western side- in the lee of Seaford Head. It's from the western side that you get the iconic view of the Seven Sisters chalk cliffs with the coastguard cottages in the foreground...

Charming Shits And Pig-headed Saints

I'm back to wanting a bit of Dickens in my life- so I've taken up with Martin Chuzzlewit again- and it begins to bite.

Martin himself, the character, is Dickens's first anti-hero. He's a charming shit- a type we'll be seeing again as the oeuvre progresses. There'll be Steerforth for instance- and Eugene Wrayburn. These guys all think they're rather wonderful- and have zero self-awareness.

Chevy Slyme and Montague Tigg are Martin's shadow-selves- charming shits who have been found out and rejected by polite society. Martin had better watch out or he'll end up just like them. When he's enjoying writing a character- as with Slyme and Tigg- Dickens lets them run on at the mouth- and say the most preposterous, colourful, surreal things- and it has the slightly counter-productive effect of making his villains endearing.

My first reaction to Mark Tapley was that the character was impossible- and that no such human being could ever have existed- but then it dawned on me that he's meant to be a saint- a secular saint- and saints are one-offs, existing at odd angles to the world- and Tapley's eccentric spiritual discipline- which consists of testing his "jolliness" against the most trying of circumstances- is no more peculiar than the sort of things St Francis used to get up to. Saints are fixated- and can be pig-headed and downright annoying- as Tapley certainly is. He has a snug berth at The Dragon- and a woman there who'd marry him if he'd only ask- but he walks out on them both because he's a man with a vocation. He chooses difficulty- just as St Francis did- and there are times when you want to slap such people round the head and bring them to their senses.

We're nearly 100 pages in and nothing much has happened by way of plot, but, given that plot is rarely Dickens's strong point, that's fine. All one asks of him is that his characters should keep on bumping into one another and new characters should keep popping up- and that there should be a comic or dramatic set piece every so often....