Analysis of Dickens' The Pickwick Papers

Charles Dickens is a connoisseur of realist fiction. The Pickwick Papers are his first novel and it is a fable of comedy. The major characters in it are Mr. Pickwick and Snodgrass. The Pickwick Papers can belong to the genre of pulp fiction. The characters engage in frivolous banter and relish on trivial things. Though the novel intends to be comic it does not make one laugh.
The novel begins by Pickwick forming a club. The club discusses strange and bizarre things like the number of toads in England, the number of women who have attained puberty, the number of gnats in England and so forth.
The novel cannot be considered an aesthetic masterpiece. There are few figures of speech in the novel. The flaw in the novel is there is no story and no plot. The novel rambles from silly dialogues. Romance is something in the novel that is treated in a lighthearted comic vein. Pickwick becomes enamored with a middle-aged lady and kisses her in public. There is no philosophical content in the novel. Romance is a recurring leitmotif in the novel.
The novel is highfalutin and uses bombastic language. The reader becomes a prison of its language. The reader's solitude is violated. The novel portrays the life of English bourgeoisie. All the characters in the novel exhibit similar behavior. The author's psyche is one of pseudo narcissism. Pickwick is a volatile shenanigan who tries to flirt with various types of women. The novel is a symptom of psychological crises. There is very frugal literary depth. The reader is drowned in the chaos silliness. The novel is devoid of imagination and entirely rests on a gothic fantasy. The comic frenzy of Pickwick is one of obscurity. The novel has no complexity or diversity. The tone of the novel is ludicrous. One gets drenched in the ethos of self pity. The novel is a sentimental oeuvre, a manifestation of baloney. One can't praise the novel for even a modicum of merit. The novel portrays the emergence of the bildungsroman of the author. The novel lacks coherence and is disingenuous. The realism inherent in the novel is pathetically obsolete when compared with contemporary times. The novel is quotidian is a literature of lackluster passion. The novel is highly egotistical and the strong arm of the author comes into play. The characters don't speak for themselves. The novel lacks literary catharsis