Another post-read reflection
Overall a funny book with some dark moments throughout and you can feel his tension between the comedy of Pickwick Papers and later darkness of say, Little Dorrit. The plot seems to only get notably serious towards the end with Gride's marriage to Bray and the torment of Smike.
Until then it feels just like a series of set pieces. All good but quite disconnected - i.e. teachning in Yorkshire, then in a theatre troupe, then back to defend Kate and work with the Cheeryble twins and Tim Linkinwater. Nothing wrong with that itself but it definitely felt episodic as a result.
The chapter where Newman Noggs leads NN to the wrong girls - "Bobster, I remembered it by Lobster" - is hilarious. I love when CD writes these comedy chapters for nothing other than the joke. But because he delivers it with the same depth of writing as all the other chapters, you never see it coming.
Mrs Nickleby is also a wonderful character and well observed (via CD's own mothers I have read), especially her slipping from thinking the neighbour is not mad for throwing vegetables over the wall, to being definitely mad for taking a shine to Mrs La Creevy, is brilliant. Her digressions are a lot funnier than other characters that CD does this too, such a Flora Finching in LD.
Browdie's Yorkshireisms are hard to read at time but worth the struggle and I like how he goes from an enemy to a friend and saves Smike by the end.
Speaking of Smike, when he died I found it very contrived and a bit abrupt. But then when he's revealed as Ralph's son and therefore NN's cousin, even though that also is highly contrived, it suddenly felt quite weighty and the final lines of NN's children tending Smike's grave felt very moving. A surprising ending!
I liked the flirting scenes in the theatre troupe and NN's general hot-headedness as a youthful guy looking for honour and action.
CD really could write very hard-to-read scenes of child neglect and so on, with the descriptions of the school in Yorkshire and the treatment of the children very grim indeed. It was hard not to wish ill on the Squeeres even if 7 years' transportation does sound very harsh by modern standards.