Running late but just binged the lot. It seems I'm continuing to enjoy the book more than others, though as it's shaping up to be a solid 3/5 for me that's unfortunate😅
That final chapter was such a banger though! I found the actual murder quite cinematic (substitute with a less anachronistic testament to Dickens' visual imagination, please): one man walks into the forest, we get glimpses of him through the branches, then pan across trees in the foreground, from which another man emerges, running. A Murderer. <shriek of violins>
Though, as we also learn in this packed set of chapters, he already was, of his father - that was what all Chuffey's talk of upstairs was pointing to. And now that Jonas knows that he knows, Chuffey's next on the list, maybe with the assistance of Mrs Gamp & her partner, once they agree on a price. Shortly followed by poor Tom, all because Nadgett made him deliver Montague's letter to Jonas on the wharf, so now Jonas thinks he's also in the know. And then whoever else Jonas thinks has been listening to Chuffey, or looking at him funny... Hopefully he thinks of Mercy as too completely under his thumb to bother with - though at this point the social-criticism-of-unregulated-nurses has taken so dark a turn I wouldn't put it past Mrs Gamp to demand Mercy's baby as payment for her services/silence. I don't even know what to call her now - a comic relief villain?
Although I'm finding Jonas a solid fictional murderer - the mood swings and capacity for compartmentalisation feel very plausible - his alibi was amusingly crap: basically 'I was asleep for a full 36(? or 48?) hours, in a room that has a lock on the door - oh, where's the key? What's a key, I've never even heard of keys!' Though I guess it's about on par with his idea of an inconscpicuous disguise for the failed escape by boat: swathed head to foot in a hundred layers of black crepe...
I agree Ladybird all the Dramatic Foreshadowing was overdone but somewhere in there I think we may have finally got a glimpse of the Mysterious Invalid Fuzzy's been tracking, in Montague's nightmare premonition in Ch 42:
"a strange man with a bloody smear upon his head (who told him that he had been his playfellow, and told him, too, the real name of an old school-mate, forgotten until then).... the man with the bloody smear upon his head demanded of him if he knew this creature’s name, and said that he would whisper it. At this the dreamer fell upon his knees, his whole blood thrilling with inexplicable fear, and held his ears. But looking at the speaker’s lips, he saw that they formed the utterance of the letter ‘J’; and crying out aloud that the secret was discovered, and they were all lost"
All the threads are being drawn together ready for the final number to tie up. I continue to enjoy all the echoes and parallels/contrasts between various storylines, from the major (the behaviour of the two old men, and their treatment by different characters) to the minor (Mr Moddle bemoaning how impossible it is to get run over vs. the stagecoach drama in the other plot).
And all the little details of course! Fuzzy quoted the feather bed 😁, I'll go with this charmer from Tom/Ruth/John's arm-linked stroll in the sunshine in Ch. 45, as they pass Temple Bar which 'had been, in the golden days gone by, embellished with a row of rotting human heads'. Just came out of nowhere to undercut all their twittering, which tbh I'm finding as tiresome as Piggy does Mrs G.
That's really interesting about Kurt Vonnegut Piggy! I've always thought reading a lot of SF (including KV) at a formative age built up my tolerance for strangeness and confusion while reading, including over things like accents and the cultural references/assumptions of different times/places - which ofc Dickens offers in spades!