Erratic, delightful and infuriating. With a good helping of amusing and confusing. And meandering. Not dissimilar to an Eddie Izzard flight of fancy where you wonder "Where's this going?" only to reach a hilarious conclusion, usually involving Samuel Weller but occasionally the revered and august Pickwick himself. Putting inconsistencies to one side it's a pretty good read, even if it has the air of being made up as it goes along, which no doubt it was.
(Clive Yelf - bwl 85 Summer 2017 ) |
