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Authors: Stephen Jarvis
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CONTENTS
1797. It was a cold spring Somerset day â¦
Mr Inbelicate drew my attention â¦
I offer no opinion on what turned Gillray's mind.
Mr Inbelicate once said to me â¦
Mr Inbelicate had collected numerous curious items â¦
Robert Seymour looked towards the empty pews â¦
I remember Mr Inbelicate taking hold of that papier-m
â
ch
é
snuffbox â¦
In the back room of the shop â¦
There is a red and black ringbinder in Mr Inbelicate's library â¦
17 August 1801. Joseph Grimaldi was not always the clown on stage.
After the clown at Bartholomew Fair â¦
âI love the word “higgledy-piggledy”,' said Mr Inbelicate.
I remember one day a messenger boy arrived at Canonbury.
âLet us leave Canonbury, Scripty, as Wonk and Seymour themselves did.'
A boy with patched breeches â¦
I have noted already the sensation of
Dr Syntax
â¦
When St Martin's struck twelve â¦
The thrice-chiming of Pickwick, Pickwick and Pickwick â¦
It was a great annoyance to Mr Inbelicate â¦
âYou do know, Robert,' said Holmes â¦
It was a hot June evening in 1710 â¦
âSchmid,' said Edward Holmes â¦
The withered tree of the Viennese
Freischütz
â¦
âHow serious he was is a matter of considerationâ¦'
On a chair in the corner of the room â¦
âThe ending of Robert Seymour's desire for high artâ¦'
The gymnasium at Pentonville â¦
John Liston was born for comic roles.
âShortshanks, it is true, does suggest Cruikshankâ¦'
âI think,' said Jane, âthere will come a timeâ¦'
Heath had just shown Thomas McLean his picture â¦
âYour teeth aren't crooked, and they're tolerably whiteâ¦'
Mr Inbelicate's enthusiasm was unbounded â¦
âI want to go further,' said Seymour.
âHave you seen the second movie in the
Alien
franchise?'
âI confess I have never seen the likes of such pictures beforeâ¦'
In a desk drawer in Moses Pickwick's office â¦
âI am going to mention two thingsâ¦'
William Heath sat in the Three Tuns public house â¦
Every week throughout 1830 Seymour took work â¦
âMcLean may have called it his sheetâ¦'
âThat looks like a burn to me,' said the new matron â¦
The fast and varied pencil of Robert Seymour â¦
One bright morning, when Seymour made his way to the Figaro
office
â¦
âDo you remember the first meal we had together, Scripty?'
Before seeing Egan, Seymour went for a drink â¦
âStrange word, “Cockney”,' said Mr. Inbelicate.
Over ten years had passed since the publication of
Life in London
.
âIntriguing phenomenon, the Daffy Clubâ¦'
Where the London to Salisbury road crosses â¦
âThe earliest written record of the Houghton Angling Club' â¦
One rainy day, Richard Penn and Edward Barnard trudged â¦
âIt was the case,' said Mr Inbelicate.
An old officer of the 44th Regiment â¦
âThat story is not
completely
impossible,' I told Mr Inbelicate.
May 1833. In the bay-windowed upper room of the Grosvenor â¦
There was a quill, poised to write.
âWhere did he get the money to start it?'
One day in the office, Mr Shury stood â¦
âThe question of Nimrod's employmentâ¦'
Robert Surtees's brother Anthony has travelled extensively â¦
âI am amused by the Jorrocks pieces in the
New
,' said Seymour.
âIt has been so long since we mentioned that boy in Chathamâ¦'
As the first of his fishing pictures for Penn â¦
âBut,' said Mr Inbelicate â¦
âSo we have the origin of his pattern of speechâ¦'
There was an odour of vinegar â¦
In the 1660s, in the alley where the modern tavern now stands â¦
The admirer of Maria had become a newspaper reporter.
âSo we have him travelling all over the country by coachâ¦'
A pandemonium of handbells on the street â¦
âMr Seymour, you are a
mole
in the politicians' gardensâ¦'
âFour drawings,' said Mr Inbelicate.
Seymour was at a chest of drawers â¦
âThe caricature,' said Mr Inbelicate, âwas of a bloated bishop on a sickbed.'
Though it was not the grandest estate in all Surrey â¦
Among the poets Seymour ridiculed â¦
âYou will remember that Beckett called our artistâ¦'
No publisher's office in London had a look â¦
Leading up one wall of this house's staircase â¦
I turn back through the pages I have already written â¦
âSuppose you were planning a new publication, Scriptyâ¦'
There was more than one coach a day to Chatham and Rochester â¦
âYou are assuming quite an “if”,' I said.
Goswell Street, at night, 12 May 1827.
âThe first notebook in the world was probablyâ¦'
âIt is
inconceivable
that a man like Melbourneâ¦'
âThe life and literary career of Charles Whiteheadâ¦'
Two good friends were out walking under the elms â¦
Extract from an essay by Mr Inbelicate â¦
âIf we make it more political than most annualsâ¦'
âTake the case of Pierce Egan,' said Mr Inbelicate.
âWhy do publishers not take full advantageâ¦'
âOr take the case of Sir Walter Scottâ¦'
âYou will find me sympathetic,' said Chapman.
One morning, as I was buttoning my shirt â¦
He sat among the audience in a sweaty backstreet theatre.
âIt was a work published a few years after he was bornâ¦'
He undid the knot, and turned to the title page â¦
âThe direct inspiration for Combe and Rowlandsonâ¦'
She whispered, âI think you'll find the bonesâ¦'
âBut now, let us announce that “Chatham Charlie” is no moreâ¦'
The cool cloudiness of the February morning â¦
âTo take the work,' said Mr Inbelicate â¦
âWe have not come to a final decision on that,' said Hall.
âNow I want to ask you a very important question, Scriptyâ¦'
Late in the afternoon, Seymour returned to Islington â¦
The earlier history of Ely Stott â¦
He walked over the bridge at Putney.
It is appropriate to mention here a foible of Mr Inbelicate's.
Charles Whitehead had asked Seymour to produce two pictures â¦
It was a cold, clear Thursday afternoon, 18 February 1836 â¦
There is a floorlit alcove of Mr Inbelicate's house â¦
Edward Chapman looked at the proof â¦
âThe first number cannot be said to have been greetedâ¦'
âDid it ever strike you,' said the dismal man â¦
âA letter is usually read, for the first time, as a wholeâ¦'
When Seymour returned from a meeting with McLean â¦
âHave you ever been informed of a suicide, Scripty?'
Edward Chapman pushed an inch-high pile â¦
Boz had already, for a play, invented a one-eyed boots â¦
âWithin two years,' said Mr Inbelicate â¦
The sight of Mr SJT Bompas, serjeant-at-law â¦
âShe died in the middle of the afternoonâ¦'
The public came to the bookshops with their shillings â¦
âWhat Forster suggested can only be guessed atâ¦'
Thousands of pounds of sonorous bronze â¦
âIt is my belief,' said Mr Inbelicate â¦
During the rebuilding at Numbers 1 and 2 Lombard Street â¦
When Thomas Kelly published his novels in numbers â¦
After we had discussed the possible significance of the tale of the baron â¦
The Account of Weld Taylor, Lithographer
â¦
âIf it was a drawing of the shepherdâ¦'
On a visit to Doughty Street, John Forster â¦
âSo Seymour's scheme was presentedâ¦'
In September 1847, when Dickens came to compose a preface â¦
âWhat an intriguing document the 1847 preface isâ¦'
He walked past the print shops near Westminster Hall â¦
âI don't believe a word about his vision being disruptedâ¦'
As Dickens continued to work upon the preface â¦
I was about to ask Mr Inbelicate whether he had investigated the records â¦
The Life of Robert Seymour, Son of Robert Seymour
â¦
Mr Inbelicate interrupted when he saw I had reached this point â¦
I wondered whether Dickens could have instructed my father â¦
âMarch 1836 was very wet across England and Walesâ¦'
I could see one way only of resolving the paradox â¦
Mr Inbelicate, who had been following my progress â¦
Lime trees and flourishing shrubs stood â¦
âRobert Booth Rawes's physical resemblance to Mr Pickwickâ¦'
In the Cambridge of those days â¦
âSo,' I said. âSeymour's son.'
In the place of keys, cabinets, cleanliness and commands â¦
âWe must not forget that there was another manâ¦'
âIt may have occurred to Charles Whiteheadâ¦'
Give this country time, and literary men will be in demand â¦
One morning, Charles Whitehead did not come down to breakfast.
November 1867
. As the round-shouldered old fellow â¦
âDickens had good reason to be anxious,' said Mr Inbelicate.
Once I knew that there was a blatant contradiction â¦
âIt is true, Scripty, that there is no absolute necessityâ¦'
There was something I
could
prove.
âWe can actually dig a little deeperâ¦'
As I continue turning out the trunk â¦
He could hold his breath no more â¦
The clock had stood for many years in the Universal Coach Office â¦
1873
. âYou will be surprised, Harrison,' said Buss â¦
âBut what of Pickwick's third illustrator?'
It was a rainy April evening â¦
As Mr Inbelicate's health declined â¦
I met the man, whom I shall call Mr N, twice.
I closed the manuscript, and handed it back to Mr Inbelicate.
My long life has been dominated by one author â¦
âEven fifty years is not the longest Pickwickian questâ¦'
When I had finished reading Mr Inbelicate's narrative â¦
At the end of the parade of shops â¦
It is the lie of novels to pretend that life has a plot.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Jarvis, Stephen, 1958â
    Death and Mr. Pickwick: a novel / Stephen Jarvis. â First American edition.
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    ISBN 978-0-374-13966-7 (hardback) â ISBN 978-0-374-71264-8 (e-book)