This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...the parliamentary speeches, giving due favouritism to the orators of the Pall Mall Gazette party, and meagre outlines of their opponents' discourses. If the leading public men on the side of the Pall Mall Gazette gave entertainments, you may be sure they were duly chronicled in the fashionable intelligence; if one of their party wrote a book it was pretty sure to get praise from the critic. I am speaking of simple old days, you understand. Of course there is no puffing, or jobbing, or false praise, or unfair censure now. Every critic knows what he is writing about, and writes with no aim but to tell truth. Thus Philip, the dandy of two years back, was content to wear the shabbiest old coat; Philip, the Philippus of one-and-twenty, who rode showy horses, and rejoiced to display his horse and person in the park, now humbly took his place in an omnibus, and only on occasions indulged in a cab. From the roof of the larger vehicle he would salute his friends with perfect affability, and stare down on his aunt as she passed in her barouche. He never could be quite made to acknowledge that she purposely would not see him; or he would attribute her blindness to the quarrel which they had had, not to his poverty and present position. As for his cousin Ringwood, " That fellow would commit any baseness," Philip acknowledged; "and it is I who have cut him," our friend averred. A real danger was lest our friend should in his poverty become more haughty and insolent than he had been in his days of better fortune, and that he should make companions of men who were not his equals. Whether was it better for him to be slighted m a fashionable club, or to swagger at the head of the company in a tavern parlour? This was the danger we...
William Makepeace Thackeray was an English novelist, satirist, and journalist, best known for his keen social commentary and his novel Vanity Fair (1847–1848). His works often explored themes of ambition, hypocrisy, and the moral failings of British society, making him one of the most significant literary figures of the Victorian era. Born in Calcutta, British India, he was sent to England for his education after his father’s death. He attended Charterhouse School, where he developed a distaste for the rigid school system, and later enrolled at Trinity College, Cambridge. However, he left without earning a degree, instead traveling in Europe and pursuing artistic ambitions. After losing much of his inheritance due to bad investments, Thackeray turned to writing for a living. He contributed satirical sketches, essays, and stories to periodicals such as Fraser’s Magazine and Punch, gradually building a reputation for his sharp wit and keen observational skills. His breakthrough came with Vanity Fair, a panoramic satire of English society that introduced the enduring character of Becky Sharp, a resourceful and amoral social climber. Thackeray’s later novels, including Pendennis (1848–1850), The History of Henry Esmond (1852), and The Newcomes (1853–1855), continued to explore the lives of the English upper and middle classes, often focusing on the contrast between personal virtue and social ambition. His historical novel Henry Esmond was particularly praised for its detailed 18th-century setting and complex characterization. In addition to his fiction, Thackeray was a noted public speaker and essayist, delivering lectures on the English humorists of the 18th century and on The Four Georges, a critical look at the British monarchy. Despite his literary success, he lived with personal struggles, including the mental illness of his wife, Isabella, which deeply affected him. He remained devoted to his two daughters and was known for his kindness and generosity among his friends and colleagues. His works remain widely read, appreciated for their incisive humor, rich characterizations, and unflinching critique of social pretensions.
This one’s reputation as Thackeray at the end of his rope definitely is merited. Philip as a story is a lot like The History of Pendennis and especially The Newcomes in the way it’s told and who the hero is, but while Pendennis has all the nuance and introspection of an author stand-in, and The Newcomes has the fascinating Colonel, the marriage market stuff, and a more interesting friend-of-Pendennis for Pen to write about, Philip doesn't really do much of anything.
Without that material, Thackeray is forced to take a deep breath and adopt the “Ah well! Who would give up that time, though it were… and I hope none of us would fail to admit that...” summing-up tone much too often, and too frequently on the same topics. Probably every third page contains an “Ah yes but” followed by gentle remonstrations about overly cynical men and their sometimes-irrational wives.
Of course I still love Pendennis as narrator, even though—because so little happens to Philip otherwise—he and Laura might be in here too much. Folding in the unfinished A Shabby Genteel Story is also an inspired touch, and gives Philip’s narrative what little incident it possesses. The Pendennis books are not a perfect funnel—I think The Newcomes is better than Pendennis, although I have fonder memories of the latter—but if you have gotten all the way through them to Philip you might just like these characters and this writer enough to persist. No one else (especially the unwitting reader of Vanity Fair and little else looking to complete the similarly caustic A Shabby Genteel Story) need apply.
Thackeray uses Arthur Pendennis as the narrator in The Adventures of Philip, he also managed to have a cameo of Clive Newcomes. Thackeray doesn't just tell a story, he talks to the reader and makes one remember their own lost love, the feelings of being young, the joys and pain of life and of growing older. So what is The Adventures of Philip on His Way Through the World about? Let's have William Thackeray tell you in his own words; 'He is not going to perish in the last chapter of these memoirs, to die of consumption with his love weeping by his bedside, or to blow out his brains out of despair, because she has been married to his rival or killed out of a gig, or otherwise done for in the last chapter but one. So my dear miss, if you want a pulmonary romance, the present won't suit you. So young gentleman, if you are for melancholy, despair, and sardonic satire, please to call at some other shop.'
I enjoyed everything about this book except the racist treatment of one of the characters. I usually overlook this in books of this period, as attitudes were, of course, different; but it particularly stood out in this book. Other than that, the story was entertaining and the characters interesting.