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Jonathan Wild, Born About 1682 And Executed At Tyburn In 1725, Was
One Of The Most Notorious Criminals Of His Age. His Resemblance To
The Hero In Fielding's Satire Of The Same Name Is General Rather
Than Particular. The Real Jonathan (Whose Legitimate Business Was
That Of A Buckle-Maker) Like Fielding's, Won His Fame, Not As A
Robber Himself, But As An Informer, And A Receiver Of Stolen
Goods. His Method Was To Restore These To The Owners On Receipt Of
A Commission, Which Was Generally Pretty Large, Pretending That He
Had Paid The Whole Of It To The Thieves, Whom For Disinterested
Motives He Had Traced. He Was A Great Organiser, And He Controlled
Various Bands Of Robbers Whose Lives He Did Not Hesitate To
Sacrifice, When His Own Was In Danger. Naturally He Was So Hated
By Many Of His Underlings That It Is A Wonder He Was Able To
Maintain His Authority Over Them As Many Years As He Did. His
Rascality Had Been Notorious A Long Time Before His Crimes Could
Actually Be Proved. He Was Executed At Last According To The
Introduction Pg 2Statute Which Made Receivers Of Stolen Goods Equally Guilty With
The Stealers.
Beyond This General Resemblance, The Adventures Of The Real
Jonathan, So Far As We Know Them, Are Not Much Like Those Of The
Fictitious. True, The Real Jonathan's Married Life Was Unhappy,
Though His Quarrel With His Wife Did Not Follow So Hard Upon His
Wedding As The Quarrel Of Fielding's Hero And The Chaste Laetitia.
Not Until A Year From His Marriage Did The Real Jonathan Separate
From His Spouse, After Which Time He Lived, Like Fielding's, Not
Always Mindful Of His Vows Of Faithfulness. Like Fielding's, Too,
He Was Called Upon To Suppress Rebellions In His Gangs, And Once
He Came Very Near Being Killed In A Court Of Justice By One Blake,
Alias Blueskin. Apart From These Misadventures, The Experiences Of
Fielding's Wild Seem To Be Purely Imaginary. "My Narrative Is
Rather Of Such Actions Which He Might Have Performed," The Author
Himself Says, [Footnote: Introduction To Miscellanies, 1st Ed., P.
Xvii.] "Or Would, Or Should Have Performed, Than What He Really
Did. ... The Life And Actions Of The Late Jonathan Wild, Got Out
With Characteristic Commercial Energy By Defoe, Soon After The
Criminal's Execution, Is Very Different From Fielding's Satirical
Narrative, And Probably A Good Deal Nearer The Truth."
Jonathan Wild Was Published As The Third Volume Of The
Miscellanies "By Henry Fielding, Esq." Which Came Out In The
Spring Of 1743. From The Reference To Lady Booby's Steward, Peter
Pounce, In Book Ii., It Seems To Have Been, As Mr. Austin Dobson
Has Observed, And As The Date Of Publication Would Imply, Composed
In Part At Least Subsequently To Joseph Andrews, Which Appeared
Early In 1742. But The Same Critic Goes On To Say That Whenever
Completed, Jonathan Wild Was Probably "Planned And Begun Before
Joseph Andrews Was Published, As It Is In The Highest Degree
Improbable That Fielding, Always Carefully Watching The Public
Taste, Would Have Followed Up That Fortunate Adventure In A New
Direction By A Work So Entirely Different From It As Jonathan
Wild." [Footnote: Henry Fielding, 1900, P. 145.] Mr. Dobson's
Surmise Is Undoubtedly Correct. The "Strange, Surprising
Adventures" Of Mrs. Heartfree Belong To A Different School Of
Fiction From That With Which We Commonly Associate Fielding. They
Are Such As We Should Expect One Of Defoe's Characters To Go
Through, Rather Than A Woman Whose Creator Had Been Gratified Only
A Year Before At The Favourable Reception Accorded To Fanny And
Lady Booby And Mrs. Slipslop.
That Jonathan Wild Is For The Most Part A Magnificent Example Of
Sustained Irony, One Of The Best In Our Literature, Critics Have
Generally Agreed. The Comparison Steadfastly Insisted Upon Between
Jonathan Wild's Greatness And The Greatness Which The World Looks
Up To, But Which Without Being Called Criminal Is Yet Devoid Of
Humanity, Is Admirable. Admirable, Too, Is The Ironical Humour, In
Which Fielding So Excelled, And Which In Jonathan Wild He Seldom
Drops. It Would Take Too Long To Mention All The Particularly Good
Ironical Passages, But Among Them Are The Conversation Between
Wild And Count La Ruse, And The Description Of Miss Tishy Snap In
Introduction Pg 3The First Book; The Adventures Of Wild In The Boat At The End Of
The Second Book; And, In The Last, The Dialogue Between The
Ordinary Of Newgate And The Hero, The Death Of Wild, And The
Chapter Which Sets Forth His Character And His Maxims For
Attaining Greatness. And Yet As A Satire Jonathan Wild Is Not
Perfect. Fielding Himself Hits Upon Its One Fault, When, In The
Last Book, After The Long Narrative Of Mrs. Heartfree's Adventures
By Sea And By Land, He Says, "We Have Already Perhaps Detained Our
Reader Too Long ... From The Consideration Of Our Hero." He Has
Detained Us Far Too Long. A Story Containing So Much Irony As
Jonathan Wild Should Be An Undeviating Satire Like A Tale Of A
Tub. The Introduction Of Characters Like The Heartfrees, Who Are
Meant To Enlist A Reader's Sympathy, Spoils The Unity. True, The
Way They Appear At First Is All Very Well. Heartfree Is "A Silly
Fellow," Possessed Of Several Great Weaknesses Of Mind, Being
"Good-Natured, Friendly, And Generous To A Great Excess," And
Devoted To The "Silly Woman," His Wife. But Later Fielding Becomes
So Much Interested In The Pair That He Drops His Ironical Tone.
Unfortunately, However, In Depicting Them, He Has Not Met With His
Usual Success In Depicting Amiable Characters. The Exemplary
Couple, Together With Their Children And Friendly, Are Much Less
Real Than The Villain And His Fellows. And So The Importance Of
The Heartfrees In Jonathan Wild Seems To Me A Double Blemish. A
Satire Is Not Truth, And Yet In Mr. And Mrs. Heartfree Fielding
Has Tried--Though Not With Success--To Give Us Virtuous Characters
Who Are Truly Human. The Consequence Is That Jonathan Wild Just
Fails Of Being A Consistently Brilliant Satire.
As To Its Place Among Fielding's Works, Critics Have Differed
Considerably. The Opinion Of Scott Found Little In Jonathan Wild
To Praise, But Then It Is Evident From What He Says, That Scott
Missed The Point Of The Satire. [Footnote: Henry Fielding In
Biographical And Critical Notices Of Eminent Novelists. "It Is Not
Easy To See What Fielding Proposed To Himself By A Picture Of
Complete Vice, Unrelieved By Anything Of Human Feeling. ..."].
Some Other Critics Have Been Neither More Friendly Than Sir
Walter, Nor More Discriminating, In Speaking Of Jonathan Wild And
Smollett's Count Fathom In The Same Breath, As If They Were
Similar Either In Purpose Or In Merit. Fathom Is A Romantic
Picaresque Novel, With A Possibly Edifying, But Most Unnatural
Reformation Of The Villainous Hero At The Last; Jonathan Wild Is A
Pretty Consistent Picaresque Satire, In Which The Hero Ends Where
Fathom By All Rights Should Have Ended,--On The Gallows. Fathom Is
The Weakest Of All Its Author's Novels; Jonathan Wild Is Not
Properly One Of Fielding's Novels At All, But A Work Only A Little
Below Them. For Below Them I Cannot Help Thinking It, In Spite Of
The Opinion Of A Critic Of Taste And Judgment So Excellent As
Professor Saintsbury's. When This Gentleman, In His Introduction
To Jonathan Wild, In A Recent English Edition Of Fielding's Works,
Says That: "Fielding Has Written No Greater Book," He Seems To Me
To Give Excessive Praise To A Work Of Such Great Merit That Only
Its Deserved Praise Is Ample.
A Great Satire, I Should Say, Is Never The Equal Of A Great Novel.
Introduction Pg 4In The Introductions Which I Have Already Written, In Trying To
Show What A Great Novel Is, I Have Said That An Essential Part Of
Such A Book Is The Reality Of Its Scenes And Characters. Now
Scenes And Characters Will Not Seem Real, Unless There Is In Them
The Right Blend Of Pleasure And Pain, Of Good And Bad; For Life Is
Not All Either One Thing Or The Other, Nor Has It Ever Been So.
Such Reality Is Not Found In A Satire, For A Satire, As
Distinguished From A Novel, Both Conceals And Exaggerates: It
Gives Half-Truths Instead Of Whole Truths; It Shows Not All Of
Life But Only A Part; And Even This It Cannot Show Quite Truly,
For Its Avowed Object Is To Magnify Some Vice Or Foible. In Doing
So, A Satire Finds No Means So Effective As Irony, Which Makes Its
Appeal Wholly To The Intellect. A Good Novel, On The Contrary,
Touches The Head And The Heart Both; Along With Passages Which
Give Keen Intellectual Enjoyment, It Offers Passages Which Move
Its Reader's Tears. Still, A Good Novelist Without Appreciation Of
Irony Cannot Be Imagined, For Without The Sense Of Humour Which
Makes Irony Appreciated, It Is Impossible To See The Objects Of
This World In Their Right Proportions. Irony, Then, Which Is The
Main Part Of A Satire, Is Essential To A Good Novel, Though Not
Necessarily More Than A Small Part Of It. Intellectually There Is
Nothing In English Literature Of The Eighteenth Century Greater
Than A Tale Of A Tub Or The Larger Part Of Gullivers Travels;
Intellectually There Is Nothing In Fielding's Works Greater Than
Most Of Jonathan Wild; But Taken All In All, Is Not A Novel Like
Tom Jones, With Its Eternal Appeal To The Emotions As Well As The
Intellect, Greater Than A Perfect Satire? Even If This Be Not
Admitted, Jonathan Wild, We Have Already Seen, Is Not A Perfect
Satire. For A Work Of Its Kind, It Is Too Sympathetically Human,
And So Suffers In Exactly The Opposite Way From Vanity Fair, Which
Many People Think Is Kept From Being The Greatest English Novel Of
The Nineteenth Century Because It Is Too Satirical.
No, I Cannot Agree With Professor Saintsbury That "Fielding Has
Written No Greater Book" Than Jonathan Wild. It Was Unquestionably
The Most Important Part Of The Miscellanies Of 1743. Its
Brilliancy May Make It Outrank Even That Delightful Journal Of The
Voyage To Lisbon. A Higher Place Should Not Be Claimed For It. Mr.
Dobson, In His Henry Fielding, Has Assigned The Right Position To
Jonathan Wild When He Says That Its Place "In Fielding's Works Is
Immediately After His Three Great Novels, And This Is More By
Reason Of Its Subject Than Its Workmanship," Which
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