Rudolf Lehmann, (William) Wilkie Collins, 1880; National Portrait Gallery, London
There is nothing like a good read. And Wilkie Collins was the master of the Victorian page-turner, the long, heavily plotted “sensation novel” that revealed the secrets lurking beneath the surface of seemingly placid households, each chapter irresistibly leading to the next. In the words of a contemporary critic, “Nobody leaves one of his tales unfinished.” Collins was the ultimate craftsman of the controlled ratcheting of suspense and surprise. Who can ever forget the build-up to Walter Hartwright’s first breakfast room meeting with Marian Halcombe in The Woman in White: “The easy elegance of every movement of her limbs and body as soon as she began to advance from the far end of the room, set me in a flutter of expectation to see her face clearly. She left the window—and I said to myself, The lady is dark. She moved forward a few steps—and I said to myself, The lady is young. She approached nearer—and I said to myself (with a sense of surprise which words fail me to express), The lady is ugly!”
In the burgeoning world of Victorian print, Collins pioneered the English detective novel, cleverly framing the twisting storyline by passing the narrative from one hand to another, enticing his reader into following every clue to solve the mystery alongside the protagonist. In the words of an appreciative T. S. Eliot, Collins was a “master of plot and situation,