07/02/2014

CHARLES DICKENS AND HIS WOMEN...

The film, The Invisible Woman, which is based on Claire Tomalin's wonderful book, is about Charles Dickens and his affair with Ellen (Nellie) Ternan. 


Starring Ralph Fiennes and Felicity Jones, the facts of this Victorian affair have been woven into an intriguing drama - and to give you a taster of what to expect here is the official trailer






But, thinking more about Charles Dickens and his relationships with the opposite sex, the VV has been reading a book entitled Dickens’ Women. Written by Miriam Margolyes and Sonia Fraser, this is based on Miriam's one woman show which draws on many of Dickens' texts to create a vivid picture of his attitude to women, particularly those who shared his life ~ who sometimes went on to inspire the female characters in his books as well.




Margolyes is an avid Dickens fan, but also ~ by her own account ~ a woman who would probably not have been that much to his personal taste; being mature, with a mind of her own, and someone who would certainly not have taken any nonsense had she met with the man in person. 

She is keen to point out that Dickens’ idea of the perfect woman is often portrayed in his fiction as being ‘just seventeen’, innocent and ripe for a gentleman’s picking', or set upon pedestals so high as to be unobtainable ~ such as in the case of Dora in David Copperfield, or  Estella in Great Expectations, or the delectable Rosa Bud who appears in The Mystery of Edwin Drood, his final, unfinished novel.


Rosa Bud (played by Tamzin Merchant) in the BBC’s adaptation of Edwin Drood


Indeed, so often are these winsome objects of male desire presented as being ‘just seventeen’ that Margolyes suggests there may have been a degree of sexual obsession. Referring to Edwin Drood again (where the opium addict, John Jasper, is so consumed with lust for Rosa Bud he is driven to acts of madness), the reader cannot ignore the fact that the character's inner turmoil may also have been a reflection of a personal crisis of conscience, with Dickins having had an affair with a very much younger woman.


Catherine Dickens when young, and when in middle age


Dickens' affections were often bestowed on the young, the lovely, the virginal. In the early years of his marriage to Catherine Hogarth, a woman who was often described as being round and pretty of face (and who went on to grow yet rounder after sixteen years of marriage and almost continual pregnancies), the writer was often seen about not only with his devoted wife, but also with her sister.


Mary Hogarth on the left – and on the right, the ‘trinity’ of Dickens with his wife and sister-in-law 
by Daniel Maclise.


Mary Hogarth was ‘just seventeen’ when she suddenly died in the Dickens' house, collapsing on the stairs and expiring while being held in the arms of her brother-in-law. Of course, anyone would have been upset, but his subsequent grief was so intense it was very far from normal. And how on earth must his wife have felt when, for many years afterwards, he continued to keep all of Mary’s clothes, sometimes even bringing them out to stroke; even professing an earnest desire to be buried in the dead girl’s grave.


In 1842, Catherine’s other sister Georgina (who was then fourteen years old), also came to live in the Dickins' home. Years later, when Dickens’ had spurned his wife ~ causing Catherine the cruellest of humiliations by publishing public letters and claiming she was mad, by preventing her from seeing her children, or even attending the wedding of one ~ Georgina remained in the family house as Mr Dickens’ housekeeper. Even when he lay on his deathbed, hers were the arms that cradled him. And hers were the arms into which most of his wealth was also then to fall.


Quite what was going on we shall probably never know. But Miriam Margolyes exposes an enduring fascination with young women who go on to spurn their admirers. She feels this obsession must have begun when Dickens himself was eighteen years old when, working as a reporter in the Houses of Parliament, he met Maria Beadnell. She was a pretty but frivolous girl who dismissed his attentions cruelly ~ a situation revisited, as if reflected in a glass, when reading David Copperfield, when we see our young hero’s first meeting with the imaginary Dora Spenlow –


All was over in a moment. I had fulfilled my destiny. I was a captive and a slave. I loved Dora Spenlow to distraction.

In the real life drama, Maria thought  Dickens beneath her, frequently taunting him as ‘Boy...B.O.Y.’ Ironically, twenty years later, when she'd married a sawmill manager and was living in near poverty, Dickins was a wealthy superstar of the Victorian literary world. When he somehow discovered her whereabouts and managed to get in touch again she did try to warn her admirer that the years had not been kind. But, he simply refused to believe her, having kept her young image in his heart, and writing to her in return with the greatest excitement and passion –


When you say you are toothless, fat, old and ugly, which I don’t believe, I fly away to the house in Lombard Street and see you in a sort of raspberry-coloured dress with little, black Van Dykes at the top, and my boyish heart pinned there like a captured butterfly to every one of them.


Dickens in middle age

Those were the flights of fancy of a middle-aged and married man ripe for the adventure of an affair. But, sadly, for Maria, when they did come to meet again, Dickens was disgusted to find that she had been truthful about appearance. He then added insult to injury by re-using her image in his art, when  describing Flora Finching in the pages of Little Dorrit; a woman who longs to rekindle a romance with the lover who left her when she was a young pale lily, who returns to be disappointed and shocked at the blowsy peony she has become.


Flora Finching is almost, but not quite, drawn as one of Dickens’ ‘grotesques’ ~ older women, all overblown, and beyond any hope of sexual allure. These women are seen by the writer as being fit for only derision and scorn. Thus the wheelchair-bound Mrs Skewton, who appears in Domby and Son. is  presented as mutton dressed as lamb –


Cleopatra was arrayed in full dress, with the diamonds, short sleeves, rouge, curls, teeth, and other juvenility all complete, but Paralysis was not to be deceived, had known her for the object of its errand, and had struck her at her glass, where she lay like a horrible doll that had tumbled down.


Other older women, who by then included the writer’s wife, were seen as run down and dilapidated, like houses no longer tended. Considering this attitude, Margolyes feels that had Dickens been less skilled or adored then he might well have been viewed today as something of a misogynist; one whose perfect idea of womanhood is expressed in Mrs Chirrup, in Sketches for Young Couples  

‘...the prettiest of all little women...the prettiest little figure conceivable...the neatest little foot, and the softest little voice, and the pleasantest little smile, and the tidiest little curls, and the brightest little eyes, and the quietest little manner...a condensation of all the domestic virtues – a pocket edition of the Young Man’s Best Companion...’ 

In other words, a living doll. And, in due course he was to meet the real doll who would upset the wobbling marital apple cart.

Ellen Ternan at eighteen 

Ellen Ternan was eighteen years old. Dickens was a man of forty-five, a wealthy literary giant of international renown. At the time of their meeting he'd been collaborating on a play with his good friend, Wilkie Collins. Ellen (or Nelly as she was known) had been offered an acting role in this, along with her two sisters.

Despite many warnings from his friends, Dickens began to woo the girl. Matters finally came to a head when, in that most well-worn of scenarios, his wife discovered some jewels that he had bought as a gift for his lover, which were then delivered to the wrong address.

The secret was out. Now Dickens hid Nelly away from the world in houses around London, where she lived under various assumed names. He simply refused to give her up. But, as his reputation was based on being a devoted family man and upholder of ‘Victorian Values’, he was not disposed to admit any fault while treating his wife quite shamefully and claiming their marriage’s failure was due to her instability. In truth he had tired of her aging charms.


                                                        Ellen Ternan

The affair was not the happiest. There were awful repercussions for Dickens’ wife and children. There were rumours of Ellen having had children who went on to die in infancy. Efforts to conceal the affair caused the writer and actress a great deal of distress. Perhaps this, in addition to the enormous workload of his latter years, contributed to the stroke that led to his death at fifty-eight.


Kate, the daughter who married without her mother being invited, later tried to explain the reasons for her father cruel behaviour. Her words may offer us some clue as to how he managed to get away with such an appalling attitude –


‘My father was a wicked man – a very wicked man...My father was not a gentleman – he was too mixed to be a gentleman...My father did not understand women...he was not a good man...but he was wonderful.’


There, from one who knew him best we have the puzzle of the man. He could be selfish and self-obsessed, but he was also often generous and charitable to a fault. With all of this Margolyes concurs, thinking his errors only occurred when driven by intense desires, and perhaps ~ more essentially ~ because, like every one of us, Charles Dickens was only human.

7 comments:

  1. Thank you, Essie. A succinct biography of a deeply flawed genius. Had he been the perfect gentleman, he would not have written what he did. But I always have felt and always will feel desperately sorry for his wife, daughters and the other women who obsessed him.

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  2. Thank you, Sally - I can't profess to be anything of a Dickens expert, but I do find him absolutely fascinating - both as a writer and as a man.

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  3. Thank you, Essie, for an interesting post. You've enlightened me on the life of Dickens. I realise now that I knew nothing about him.

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  4. I'm looking forward to reading Tomalin's biography and learning more.

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  5. Fantastic article, great for A level studies.

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  6. What a brilliant post Essie. A great insight into the real Charles Dickens. I remember when Miriam Margolys was doing her show, I so wanted to see it, I think she is a brilliant actor and always makes anything she is in, better. Quite hard to defend Dickens as a man but, as you say, he was only human.

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  7. Definitely not a Nikola Tesla. Another figure in history obsessed with sex...

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