If dust in modern culture often fades into the background, in Victorian London it was everywhere: on the cobbled streets, on the faces of the poor, in the lungs of workers, and in the pages of literature. Dust was not only matter but a metaphor. It spoke of contagion, of poverty, and of the fragility of human life in the world’s most industrialised city.
In Arthur Morrison’s A Child of the Jago (1896), dust blurs the line between human and environment. Josh Perrot is described as lying “snoring thunderously on the floor piebald with road-dust,” his skin marked until he resembles an animal more than a man (9). Dust becomes part of his body, erasing individuality and transforming him into a hybrid figure of human, animal, and street.
Morrison repeatedly uses dust to collapse these boundaries. Dicky Perrot, the “ragged boy,” is inseparable from the cobbled court where “a few dusty fowls” roam (8). The adjective “ragged” already implies dirtiness, but dust literalises this identity, embedding poverty into the very image of the child.
Jack London’s The People of the Abyss (1903) intensifies this effect. His photography depicts men sleeping on pavements, indistinguishable from the ground on which they lie (10). In prose, he describes the East End as an “abyss” where the poor are rendered anonymous by filth. Dust here dehumanises, turning Londoners into indistinct forms “slinking… like rats” (9).
Victorian medical writers were quick to link dust to illness. John Tyndall’s On Dust and Disease (1870) argued that particles suspended in the air spread contagion, and later works such as Mitchell Prudden’s Dust and Its Dangers (1903) classified types of dust and their effects on the body (20). This scientific discourse seeped into Morrison and London’s depictions of the poor, where characters appear with “loathsome skin diseases, open sores, bruises, [and] bestial faces” (London 20).
Filth becomes inseparable from disease, and disease inseparable from the dehumanisation of poverty. Dust is not inert matter but an active participant in decay. It transforms the poor into what Zeynep Harputlu calls “monstrous” figures, their humanity obscured by filth (p. 21).
London’s dust was the by-product of its own success. Coal smoke and factory emissions filled the air, settling over gardens, homes, and bodies. As London notes in The People of the Abyss, the roofs of Spitalfields hovels were “covered with deposits of filth, in some places a couple of feet deep” (16). Even spaces meant for respite, such as Spitalfields Garden, were suffocated by dust - the city’s supposed “lungs” unable to breathe.
This dust was indiscriminate, coating rich and poor alike, yet its effects were most severe on workers. As London catalogues: “Steel dust, stone dust, clay dust, alkali dust, fluff dust, fibre dust - all these things kill” (22). Industry generated wealth, but it also produced a fine-grained residue that worked its way into lungs and lives.
Dust’s ubiquity also lent itself to the gothic imagination. Morrison’s description of “slinking forms, as of great rats” (9) evokes the monstrous hybridity of creatures like Dracula or Hyde. Likewise, the “heaps of filth” in London’s streets appeared uncanny — recognisable yet distorted, turning the familiar city into an otherworld (16).
For Morrison and London alike, dust heightens horror. Crime, violence, and callousness are shocking, but the true terror lies in filth itself: a substance that disintegrates humanity, erodes morality, and resists containment.
The language of dust also reveals class politics. Middle-class journalism often aestheticised poverty for readers’ comfort, softening its dirt and disguising its severity (11). In contrast, Morrison and London insisted on its raw presence, showing how dust clung to bodies and blurred human boundaries.
Sarah Wise has argued that discourses of the East End distracted from the wider “ill-effects of advanced capitalism”, where unregulated labour and housing impacted workers across the city (7). Dust refuses such containment. It settles on everything, crossing geographic and social boundaries, a material sign that industrial modernity carried costs for all.
Victorian dust was never neutral. It was a vector of disease, a mark of poverty, and a reminder of mortality. It blurred the boundaries between body and street, human and animal, home and world. It functioned both as a scientific object of study and as a gothic symbol of decay.
Above all, dust exposed the contradictions of Victorian modernity. It was the residue of progress and empire, yet also the substance that made visible the lives of those left behind.