{"product_id":"bleak-house-2","title":"Bleak House","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/b\u003e Dickens, Charles\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eBrand:\u003c\/b\u003e Signet\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eColor:\u003c\/b\u003e Multicolor\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEdition:\u003c\/b\u003e Reprint\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eBinding:\u003c\/b\u003e mass_market\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat:\u003c\/b\u003e Deckle Edge\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eNumber Of Pages:\u003c\/b\u003e 960\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date:\u003c\/b\u003e 05-04-2011\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDetails:\u003c\/b\u003e Product Description      \u003cbr\u003e\nIn the fog of London, lawyers enrich themselves with endless litigation over a dwindling inheritance. A sterling example of Dickens's genius for character, dramatic construction, and social satire, this novel was hailed by Edmund Wilson as a \"masterpiece\".\u003cbr\u003e\n      Review      \u003cbr\u003e\n“Perhaps\u003cbr\u003e\nBleak House is his best novel. . . . When Dickens wrote\u003cbr\u003e\n Bleak House he had grown up.” —\u003cbr\u003e\nG. K. Chesterton\u003cbr\u003e\n      About the Author      \u003cbr\u003e\nCharles Dickens was born on February 7, 1812, in Landport, Portsea, England. He died in Kent on June 9, 1870. The second of eight children of a family continually plagued by debt, the young Dickens came to know not only hunger and privation,but also the horror of the infamous debtors’ prison and the evils of child labor. A turn of fortune in the shape of a legacy brought release from the nightmare of prison and “slave” factories and afforded Dickens the opportunity of two years’ formal schooling at Wellington House Academy. He worked as an attorney’s clerk and newspaper reporter until his\u003cbr\u003e\nSketches by Boz (1836) and\u003cbr\u003e\nThe Pickwick Papers (1837) brought him the amazing and instant success that was to be his for the remainder of his life. In later years, the pressure of serial writing, editorial duties, lectures, and social commitments led to his separation from Catherine Hogarth after twenty-three years of marriage. It also hastened his death at the age of fifty-eight, when he was characteristically engaged in a multitude of work.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nMichael Slater is an emeritus professor at Birkbeck College, London, and past president of the Dickens Fellowship and the Dickens Society of America.\u003cbr\u003e\n      Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.      \u003cbr\u003e\nChapter OneIn Chancery\u003cbr\u003e\nLondon. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus,forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn-hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow-flakes-gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another's umbrellas, in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at street corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if the day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nFog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nof barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little 'prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nGas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun may, from the spongey fields, be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy. Most of the shops lighted two hours before their time-as the gas seems to know, for it has a haggard and unwilling look.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nThe raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEAN:\u003c\/b\u003e 9780451531902\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePackage Dimensions:\u003c\/b\u003e 6.7 x 4.2 x 1.7 inches\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguages:\u003c\/b\u003e English\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Signet","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":50209721221424,"sku":"Trans_9780451531902","price":450.0,"currency_code":"INR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0690\/9968\/4144\/files\/71bmDPRaRYL.jpg?v=1760170470","url":"https:\/\/www.retailmaharaj.com\/bn\/products\/bleak-house-2","provider":"Retail Maharaj","version":"1.0","type":"link"}