I always try to take a Dickens or big 19th C novel on holiday.
If Galbraith can be prolix and needs editing, what do you say about Dickens? But this is very good and I enjoyed it perhaps more than any of his other books, as I am not really a fan.
There are two Martin Chuzzlewits in this book; the older, wealthy (never clear how inherited wealth?), the younger a Dickensian persecuted victim of all the malice he can come across. But the end of the book reminded me of The Tempest, with Prospero giving up his powers, chastening the villains, and allowing Miranda and her lover (young C) to unite.
So I enjoyed it, despite the prolixity – nearly 700 pages.
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