The tenth and central chapter of Michael Slater's biography is entitled 'Jerrold, Dickens, Thackeray'. This, as Slater reminds us (often), is the company his contemporaries expected Douglas Jerrold to keep. Some partisans might even have thought Slater right to put him first. Dickens and Thackeray were pall-bearers at Jerrold's funeral and, according to their contemporary David Masson, 'the three do form a triad so that it is hardly possible to discuss the merits of any one of them without referring to the other two.' Posterity has found it very possible. And, richly informative as Slater's biography is (he has been at it for thirty years), critical resuscitation of Jerrold is unlikely. He is doomed to remain in the obscure sump of Victorian writing, famous for a lifetime only.

LRB 3 April 2003 | PDF Download