The Adventures of Philip; On His Way Through the World: Showing who Robbed Him, who Helped Him, and who Passed Him by ; to which is Now Prefixed, A Shabby Genteel Story
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. 1909 edition. ...woman took that smile out of some cunning box on her scanty toilet-table--that smile which she wore all the evening along with the rest of her toilette, and took out of her mouth when she went to bed and to think---to think how both ends were to be made to meet. Philip said he respected and admired that and worthy of respect she was in her way. She painted her face and grinned at poverty. She laughed and rattled with care gnawing at her side. She had to coax the milkman out of his human to pour oil--his own oil--upon the stormy épicier's to melt the to tap the to mollify the to invent new pretexts for the to reconcile the lady boarders, Mrs. General Baynes, let us say, and the Honourable Mrs. Boldero, who were always to see that the dinner, when procured, was cooked properly; that Francois, to whom she owed ever so many months' wages, was not too rebellious or intoxicated; that Auguste, also her creditor, had his glass clean and his lamps in order. And this work done and the hour of six o'clock arriving, she had to carve and be agreeable to her table; not to hear the growls of the discontented (and at what table-d'hote are there not grumblers?); to have a word for everybody present; a smile and a laugh for Mrs. Bunch (with whom there had been very likely a dreadful row in the morning); a remark for the Colonel; a polite phrase for the General's lady; and even a good word and compliment for sulky Auguste, who just before dinnertime had unfolded the napkin of mutiny about his wages. Vas not this enough work for a woman to do? To conduct a great house without sufficient money, and make soup, fish, roasts, and half-a-dozen...
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.