The Life of Samuel Johnson is Boswell's long, intimate biography of the writer and conversationalist who dominated the literary London of his day. Boswell knew Johnson for more than twenty years and built the book from letters, anecdotes gathered from dozens of people who knew Johnson, and above all from conversation he recorded himself. The result follows Johnson from birth to death and tries, as Boswell says, to let mankind see him live.
The early chapters trace Johnson's hard beginnings: born in 1709 at Lichfield to a struggling bookseller, sickly and scarred, brilliant but poor, forced to leave Oxford without a degree for want of money. He drifts through schoolmastering and failed schemes, marries an older widow, and walks to London with his pupil David Garrick to make a living by his pen. Years of literary drudgery follow before any security arrives.
The center of the book is the Dictionary of the English Language. Johnson contracted to do in three years what the French Academy of forty members had taken decades to attempt, working with a few hired copyists in a garret. When Lord Chesterfield offered belated praise as the work neared publication, Johnson answered with a famous letter refusing the patronage of a man who had given him no help when he needed it. The Dictionary appeared in 1755 and fixed his reputation.
Once Boswell himself enters the story, in their awkward first meeting in a bookseller's back parlor in 1763, the book fills with talk. Johnson teases Boswell about coming from Scotland, holds forth on London, literature, religion, morals, and human nature, and delivers the blunt, witty pronouncements that made his company sought after. The Literary Club, the friendship with the Thrales, and the tour of the Hebrides give Boswell scene after scene of Johnson in full conversational flight.
The closing chapters turn to Johnson's age, his deepening religious anxiety, his charity to the poor and to the dependents who lived in his house, and his long fear of death. Boswell records the resignation of his last days and his quiet end in December 1784, followed by burial in Westminster Abbey. He ends not with his own words but with a friend's: that Johnson has made a chasm which nothing can fill, and that no man can be said to put you in mind of him.