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Tolstoy is not. Tolstoy's characters can cross a frontier, Dickens's can be portrayed on a cigarettecard.<br />
But one is no more obliged to choose between them than between a sausage and a rose. Their<br />
purposes barely intersect.<br />
6<br />
If Dickens had been merely a comic writer, the chances are that no one would now remember his<br />
name. Or at best a few of his books would survive in rather the same way as books like Frank<br />
Fairleigh, Mr Verdant Green and Mrs Caudle's Curtain Lectures, 10 as a sort of hangover of the<br />
Victorian atmosphere, a pleasant little whiff of oysters and brown stout. Who has not felt sometimes<br />
that it was "a pity" that Dickens ever deserted the vein of Pickwick for things like Little Dorrit and<br />
Hard Times? What people always demand of a popular novelist is that he shall write the same book<br />
over and over again, forgetting that a man who would write the same book twice could not even write<br />
it once. Any writer who is not utterly lifeless moves upon a kind of parabola, and the downward<br />
curve is implied in the upward one. Joyce has to start with the frigid competence of Dubliners and<br />
end with the dream-language of Finnegans Wake, but Ulysses and Portrait of the Artist are part of<br />
the trajectory. The thing that drove Dickens forward into a form of art for which he was not really<br />
suited, and at the same time caused us to remember him, was simply the fact that he was a moralist,<br />
the consciousness of "having something to say." He is always preaching a sermon, and that is the final<br />
secret of his inventiveness. For you can only create if you can care. Types like Squeers and<br />
Micawber could not have been produced by a hack writer looking for something to be funny about. A<br />
joke worth laughing at always has an idea behind it, and usually a subversive idea. Dickens is able to<br />
go on being funny because he is in revolt against authority, and authority is always there to be laughed<br />
at. There is always room for one more custard pie.<br />
His radicalism is of the vaguest kind, and yet one always knows that it is there. That is<br />
the difference between being a moralist and a politician. He has no constructive suggestions, not even<br />
a clear grasp of the nature of the society he is attacking, only an emotional perception that something<br />
is wrong. All he can finally say is, "Behave decently," which, as I suggested earlier, is not necessarily<br />
so shallow as it sounds. Most revolutionaries are potential Tories, because they imagine that<br />
everything can be put right by altering the shape of society; once that change is effected, as it<br />
sometimes is, they see no need for any other. Dickens has not this kind of mental coarseness. The<br />
vagueness of his discontent is the mark of its permanence. What he is out against is not this or that<br />
institution, but, as Chesterton put it, "an expression on the human face." Roughly speaking, his<br />
morality is the Christian morality, but in spite of his Anglican upbringing he was essentially a Bible-<br />
Christian, as he took care to make plain when writing his will. In any case he cannot properly be<br />
described as a religious man. He "believed," undoubtedly, but religion in the devotional sense does<br />
not seem to have entered much into his thoughts. * Where he is Christian is in his quasi-instinctive<br />
siding with the oppressed against the oppressors. As a matter of course he is on the side of the<br />
underdog, always and everywhere. To carry this to its logical conclusion one has got to change sides<br />
when the underdog becomes an upperdog, and in fact Dickens does tend to do so. He loathes the<br />
Catholic Church, for instance, but as soon as the Catholics are persecuted ( Barnaby Rudge) he is on<br />
their side. He loathes the aristocratic class even more, but as soon as they are really overthrown (the<br />
revolutionary chapters in A Tale of Two Cities) his sympathies swing round. Whenever he departs