Patiopatch

Lost and Found

On this day 200 years ago a boy was born who would divine the age of Victorian England in such detail that his name would forever be enshrined in descriptions of  the trivially convivial with the squalid and destitute of society.

‘Dickensian’ is a two-tone fiction,  made flesh in caricatures which jump from the page in one-dimensional portraits of devilish delight and downright wickedness. In the Victorian melting pot of human mores, the characters muddle and huddle together in a criss-cross of tales for long evenings and cliff-hanger serialisation.

“Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very new.” ^{1 Read More…»}