With Covid variants rising, vaccinations falling, and
house-bound people getting grumpier by the day, I’ve been thinking lately about
a Charles Dickens character with a peculiar relationship to adversity.
He’s Mark Tapley, a tavern worker in Dickens’ novel Martin Chuzzlewit, and he has a little problem. He’s so popular, competent, and so
greatly appreciated by his boss (a jolly widow) that he thinks his life is too
easy. He yearns to prove himself under adverse conditions, the worse the
better. His dream is to “come out strong” by maintaining his cheerfulness – he calls
it “jollity” – under terrible circumstances.
And so, he quits his job – the whole town turns out to
say goodbye – and looks for something worse. He ponders grave-digging, which
seems like a “good, damp, wormy sort of business.” The job of undertaking
sounds hopefully gloomy. Or, “A jailor sees a deal of misery. A doctor’s man is
in the very midst of murder.”
But these unpleasant professions don’t hold a candle
to serving the selfish, greedy, dysfunctional Chuzzlewit clan, and soon enough,
he finagles his way into it. He takes a job as unpaid servant to the family’s
disinherited scion, Martin Chuzzlewit, knowing that the young man’s selfishness
and monumental ego guarantee disaster ahead. Chuzzlewit does not disappoint.
Convinced that he needs only to land in America to make his fortune, he
launches the two of them on a terrible journey. Near penniless, they sail in
crowded steerage to New York, where Chuzzlewit ignores all sensible precautions
and buys a miasmic piece of swampland, sight unseen, where he and Tapley both
nearly die of fever.
Throughout, Tapley “comes out strong” over and over
again. While Chuzzlewit spends the entire sea voyage groaning with seasickness and
hiding (he doesn’t want the rich passengers to see him in steerage), the
cheerful and practical Tapley does the opposite. Making light of his own
seasickness, he tends the sick and the children of the poor, hauls people up to
the deck for fresh air, and entertains and cooks for the steerage crowd. “He
attains at last to such a pitch of universal admiration that he began to have
grave doubts within himself whether a man might reasonably claim any credit for
being jolly under such exciting circumstances.”
Once settled on their miserable piece of swampland,
Chuzzlewit sinks into despair and lethargy while Tapley keeps busy clearing the
land and helping struggling neighbours. When Chuzzlewit comes down with the
fever that has killed almost everybody in the settlement, Tapley nurses him
through it before succumbing himself.
It’s his stoic cheerfulness even on what may be his deathbed that
finally shoots a ray of self-knowledge into Chuzzlewit and begins his
transformation. “How was it that this man, who had had so few advantages, was
so much better than he, who had had so many?”
This is a comic novel, so all ends well. Tapley’s good
deeds have earned enough goodwill that the two travelers are able to return to
England. There, a repentant and reformed Chuzzlewit is re-inherited and able to
marry his sweetheart. Tapley, having finally proved himself to himself, is
content to return to the tavern and marry the jolly plump widow.
Mark Tapley with an axe, being useful; Martin Chuzzlewit with his head in his hands, being gloomy. Who seems to be having more fun? |
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