Without prospect or hope of reward save the permission to eat and sleep

George Gissing’s The Nether World is a nightmare of naturalistic realism. Or realistic naturalism. In any case, it a deeply pessimistic novel, a deeply pained story of a variety of characters for whom inborn nobleness, goodness, generosity, and intelligence offer no recourse from being born on the wrong side of the class line. It almost…

Two Penguins enter, one Penguin leaves

I mentioned in my previous post that I recently read and greatly enjoyed Elizabeth Gaskell’s Wives and Daughters, unfinished though it may be. Part of my enjoyment of it–indeed, of my pleasure in all the Victorian door-stoppers I’ve made my way through in the past 18 months–was reading every single footnote provided by the hardworking…