By Charles Dickens
A testomony to the power and creativity of a author and journalist with no equal
all through his writing occupation Charles Dickens was once a highly prolific journalist. This quantity of his later paintings is chosen from items that he wrote after he based the magazine loved ones phrases in 1850, up till his dying in 1870. right here matters as different as his nocturnal walks round London slums, prisons, theatres and lodges of courtroom, trips to the continent and his youth in Kent and London are captured in awesome items comparable to 'Night Walks', 'On Strike', 'New Year's Day' and 'Lying Awake'. Aiming to trap the mind's eye of a public besieged through hack journalism, those writings are a rare mix of private and non-private, information and recollection, truth and very good description. David Pascoe's advent strains the advance of Dickens's occupation as a journalist and examines his fusion of genuine occasions with flights of fancy. This version additionally comprises explanatory notes, a bibliography and a Dickens chronology.
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