Long before I knew Harri got a letter from Chaz I was thinking that the two should really strike up a dialog, I mean, they have so much in common.
First of all, both authors are writing to elicit social change. Dickens is working to bring awareness of the dismal situation of the poor to his fellow Londoners, and Stowe is obviously working to abolish slavery. They have chosen literature as their medium.
Both authors rely heavily on humor to carry their message. I didn’t see this coming with HBS. For some reason, I always assumed Uncle Tom’s Cabin was nothing more than a dark, sad tale, I didn’t expect to read hillarious scenes like the one with Sam and Andy leading Haley on a wild goose chase down a nonexistent road. It reminded me a little bit of Fagin’s gang, but with a moralistically superior cause for raising a ruckus.
Both authors utilize sarcasm in their writing, as well. The narrator’s voice in Dicken’s work drips with the stuff, while HBS is more apt to reserve her sarcasm for specific characters’ dialogs. My favorite example of this sort of writing is, well, practically every single sentence St Clare speaks in response to his wife. Even Stowe can’t help but let a little snarkiness out at Marie. Here’s a bit where the Omnicient Royal We has just given us a full page of hope that the African people will become the highest and noblest kingdom as a result of God’s chastening, and then she turns her attention to the mistress of the house:
Was this what Marie St. Clare was thinking of, as she stood gorgeously dressed, on the verandah, on Sunday morning, clasping a diamond bracelet on her slender wrist? Most likely it was. Or, if it wasn’t that, it was something else; for Marie patronized good things, and she was going now, in full force – diamonds, silk, and lace, and jewels, and all, – to a fashionalbe church, to be very religious. Marie always made a point to be very pious on Sundays.
All these little hints at similarities between the two writers were nothing compared to what I encountered in the last five chapters. Granted, Stowe didn’t depict Tom’s murder with the gory detail that we encountered in Nancy’s death, but the remainder of the story was completed much like Oliver Twist. Long lost relatives came out of the woodwork. There was an end to all the misfortune and bad timing that had plagued the characters thus far. No story was left hanging, and futures were hopeful on the horizon.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of happy endings, but both books tied up all the loose ends almost too perfectly. Really, George’s sister just happened to be in the cabin next door? Rose is Oliver’s aunt? Quimbo and Sambo were both converted at Tom’s death? Topsy becomes a missionary? Oliver gets to live with Brownlow?
Stowe obviously admired Dicken’s work, and it shows in her own writing. A bit of research on the connection between the two told me that she initiated their professional friendship by sending him a lavender copy of UTC. She was an amazingly bold woman, wasn’t she? Apparently their professional relationship continued for years, although he remained somewhat critical of the book.
Maybe she should have sent him a blue copy instead.