British actor Harry Lloyd (known best for his roles as Will Scarlett in “Robin Hood” and Viserys Targaryen in “Game of Thrones”) is the great-great-great grandson of Charles Dickens.
Oddly enough, Harry made his TV debut in the BBC production of David Copperfield (1999.)
Explaining Amazon to Charles Dickens. Success? We think so!
Rachel Walsh, a second year illustration student at Cardiff School of Art & Design, was given an assignment to “explain something modern/internet based to someone who lived and died before 1900″. She decided that Victorian era author Charles Dickens needed to be schooled on Amazon’s Kindle wireless electronic reading device. To do so, she cleverly devised a way for a big book to hold forty miniature books and did so by cutting spaces in the pages to hold the shrunken titles.
Did you hear about this?
Artichoke Trust recreated the Mad Hatter’s tea party in Norfolk, England over the summer. Dining with Alice served up an enticing and enchanting Victorian feast created by gastronomic magicians Bompas & Parr. Each guest was transported straight to the heart of Lewis Carroll’s imaginary world in an unforgettable evening.
Wish we were there!
I found this amazing caricature of Dickens done by Court Jones. I’m particularly fond of his gigantic nose, (no wonder he had so many young women falling head over heels for him…)
I’m looking forward to reading more Dickens this semester, having thus far only read Great Expectations, and reading the short biography Brief Lives by Gregory and Klimaszewski has certainly further peaked my interest. I think my favorite detail that the biographers decided to mention was Dickens’ habit of giving his friends and family weird nicknames. He called his younger brother, and then himself, Boz, he called his children names like “Skittles” and “Plorn”, and of course he named his characters likewise (Pip, Tiny Tim, etc). I found this little bit of Dickens trivia to be endearing. Famous authors are often known for their quirks (I found a little list of some of them here), and Dickens had no shortage of eccentricities.
Unfortunately, I can’t keep myself from making this connection, but another famous man with an affinity for nicknames was George W. Bush (who apparently called Vladimir Putin “Pootie-Poot”). And now I keep imagining the London home of Dickens as some kind of Victorian frat house with little Plorn running around whipping his brothers and sisters with a wet towel. Sorry
CharlieCharles, you’re probably rolling in your grave right now.
I’m definitely looking forward to reading more Dickens soon, and to a time when I can write something of actual substance on this new blog of mine.