Synopsis
Until now, our view of bustling late Georgian and Victorian London has been filtered through its great chroniclers, who did not themselves come from poverty – Dickens, Mayhew, Gustave DorĂ©. Their visions were dazzling in their way, censorious, often theatrical. Now, for the first time, this innovative social history brilliantly – and radically – shows us the city's most compelling period (1780–1870) at street level.
From beggars and thieves to musicians and missionaries, porters and hawkers to sex workers and street criers, Jensen unites a breadth of original research and first-hand accounts and testimonies to tell their stories in their own words. What emerges is a buzzing, cosmopolitan world of the working classes, diverse in gender, ethnicity, origin, ability and occupation – a world that challenges and fascinates us still.
Review
If asked to imagine Nineteenth-Century London street workers, it is hard not to conjure images of Audrey Hepburn's flower seller in My Fair Lady and Dick Van Dyke's busker in Mary Poppins. Leaving aside the fact that both these films were set a decade after the Nineteenth-Century ended, these Hollywood caricatures do little to tell the story of those who actually had to scrape a living on the streets. The reality, as Oskar Jensen's new book makes clear, was far grittier.
Vagabonds looks beyond the cheerful Cockney stereotypes and shines an unflinching light on the lives of those who struggled to survive on the streets of London, before and during the Victorian era.
Jensen, borrowing perhaps from Shakespeare's seven ages of man, divides his book into seven chapters, five of which deal with the different life stages of those who called the streets home – from the infant to the elder. The two remaining chapters deal with the specific experiences of particular groups – immigrants and those who found themselves on the wrong side of the law.
It is an effective structure, and rather than rely on generalisations, each chapter is filled with examples of real people. Some of those we meet as children are reintroduced in later chapters, giving a touching sense of seeing lives unfold.
Jensen does an excellent job of weaving the various stories together and providing context, although the highlights are undoubtedly the passages in which we are able to read the words of the subjects themselves. Wisely, Jensen has included many direct quotes, which speak powerfully of the experiences of those who lived on the poverty line.
Unsurprisingly, the lives we encounter are overwhelmingly bleak. While there are some moments of humour, and a few of the youngsters go on to prosper (to varying degrees), poverty and desperation stalk nearly every page. Particularly harrowing are descriptions of bereaved families so poor that they must share their small, crowded rooms with the dead bodies of their loved ones - in some cases for up to two weeks - until funeral arrangements can be made. Sometimes, the corpses are in plain view, and, in one especially tragic example, the lifeless remains of a small child are kept on a shelf in a cupboard.
Reading these heart-breaking accounts, one cannot help but think about how far we have come. In Britain today, the extremes of squalor described in the book are unimaginable, and it is hard not to feel grateful to be alive now, and not then.
And yet, for all our progress, a cursory glance at the news suggests that we are not as far removed from the Dickensian poverty described in this book as we may like to think. Increasing rates of homelessness, foodbanks experiencing unprecedented demand and spiralling energy costs which force households to choose between heating and eating provide grim echoes of the plight of those whose stories fill this book.
Vagabonds is an engrossing, startling and humane examination of the poorest and most vulnerable of London's past. It is a reminder of how much worse things were, and, as a cost of living crisis grips the nation, a timely warning of what can happen when those at the bottom of society are neglected.
I received a proof copy from Duckworth Books. Opinions my own.
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