Amazon.co.uk Review
AN Wilsons
The Victorians is the longest and liveliest of the books which have appeared in the wake of the centenary of Victorias death. As one might expect, Wilson, Evening Standard columnist, novelist, and polemical biographer, has an eye for colourful detail, cannot resist gossip about the great and good, and smells out cant and hypocrisy at 10 paces. Familiar tales are told about the sexual proclivities, religious hypocrisies and gargantuan economic and imperial appetites of the Victorians. But the book is more than an exercise in debunking. Wilson sees 19th century Britons as the harbingers of modernity: the first society to grapple with and agonise over the Darwinian struggle of social mobility and industrial growth. He documents in detail the relentless drive for getting on, sympathises with its victims--in the English towns, the Irish bogs and on the Indian plains and warms to the critical commentary of the chief sages and seers of the era: Carlyle, Dickens, and Manning. The intellectual set-pieces of the time--the Gothic revival, religion versus science, Anglo-Catholicism--are particularly well-handled.
As well as being its strengths, the authors prejudices are at times the books weaknesses. Apart from Victorias Prime Ministers and the Irish nationalist leader, Parnell, Wilson doesnt much like the politicians of the period (or the political economists), and these aspects of Victorian history get rather short shrift. And the narrative occasionally jumps and jars as he tries to include everything and anything (Dostoyevsky and Wagner wander in at one stage). But there is much to amuse and instruct throughout, and, just as important, not a little to argue with as well.--Miles Taylor
Review
An authoritative, accessible and insightful commentary. A N Wilson does for the Victorians what Peter Ackroyd did for London.
A N Wilson's compendious and exuberant account of the Victorian era is provocative in that he sees our world as the Victorian world unchanged. It's not a matter of influence, but of basic social structure and spiritual, philosophical and political preoccupations. Even colonialism is still with us in the form of the exportation of liberal values, whether through Christian Aid or the United Nations. This is a portrait of an age, certainly not an academic history. As such it is personal and journalistic, sometimes novelistic in its approach. Wilson's restless mind flits from personality to personality; characters and illustrative anecdotes are more important than the broad brush-strokes of more theoretically inclined and overt commentators. It's justified in being a huge, detailed book for a 'baggy monster' of an era. A vast wealth of literature of the period has been digested and assimilated - Carlyle, Christina Rossetti, Mayhew's London lives, the art criticism of Ruskin, but also people like Harriet Martineau who were popular at the time but are no longer read. These perspectives are reflected back to us in a way we in the 21st century can comprehend. Whether Wilson's subject is Chartism, the Crimean War or experiments in photography, his energetic style does justice to the vitality and wit of an era so often regarded as stuffy. The death of Victoria's predecessor William IV, 'dropsical, drunken, stupid', is clearly a moment Wilson relishes. Victoria's own decline is marked by the image of bored equerries at Osborne House playing golf in the snow with red billiard balls. For the most part secondary sources are used, and amongst the wealth of incident and tale-telling, which at points becomes somewhat disorganized and rambling, there's no great originality. But it is engaging in the style of a novel by Dickens, whose view of the Victorian world was of a 'teeming, moving screen of hilarious characters', an aesthetic which Wilson's historiography deliberately and successfully adapts. (Kirkus UK)
See all Product Description