Let’s face it-evil is much more interesting than good. Dante’s Inferno seduces us like a terza rima thriller; the Paradisio, by contrast, is a snooze. We relish Iago, while Desdemona whiffs of Wonder Bread, and were Little Nell to be surgically extracted from The Old Curiosity Shop, Dickens’s oeuvre as a whole would be vastly improved. No wonder, then, that (...)