Although few critics deny Thackeray's position as a major novelist, he has had comparatively little of the kind of critical attention that has been devoted to Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, George Eliot, or Henry James in the last thirty years. His curious combinations of satire and sentiment, geniality and deviousness, snobbery and anti-snobbery, and his habits of retreating from one disguise to another, have made him difficult to deal with, and...