At halftime during the Portsmouth vs. Exeter City League Two match, excerpts of Dickens's works will be read aloud, as part of the Pop Up Dickens project organized by the Portsmouth Museums. More information is here and here.
Donna Tartt's new novel, The Goldfinch, is earning comparisons to Dickens. His "spirit hovers over this book like a guardian angel," says reviewer Kevin Nance. It's no wonder, for Tartt tells an interviewer, "I read so much Dickens when I was a kid growing up that those books are more inside me now than they are outside me."
In a thoughtful article at The Huffington Post, Jackson Barnett compares Pip's trajectory in Great Expectations to the self-destructive path of Miley Cyrus. It's an original and interesting idea, though I can't help wishing he'd opened his piece a little differently. You have to know that when your article begins with "Charles Dickens probably didn't imagine Pip swinging naked on a wrecking ball . . ." people are going to be grabbing for the brain bleach!
Kelly Clarkson will star in an NBC Christmas special "loosely based on Charles Dickens' 'A Christmas Carol,'" airing December 11.
A minor point: The Huffington Post tells us that "Clarkson's character will learn the true meaning of Christmas." Bah, humbug. "The true meaning of Christmas" is vapid TV-speak for "home and hugs and family and anything but the TRUE meaning of Christmas." Charles Dickens would have broken his pen in half before he'd have used such a cliché. And A Christmas Carol isn't about that, anyway, and doesn't pretend to be: It makes a point of reverently mentioning the "sacred origin" of Christmas, but the story's focus is on one man's redemption. Loosely based, indeed.
Forgive my Scrooge-likeness, but fake TV versions of "the true meaning of Christmas" are an old pet peeve for your Dickensblogger.