I was reading the Weekly Standard the other day and came across a mention of William Makepeace Thackeray's bicentennial, which was in July of this year. July 18, to be precise.
I felt a bit conscience-stricken.
While I've been up to my eyebrows in news about the coming Dickens bicentennial, I never even realized that 2011 was Thackeray's. That doesn't seem right, somehow. Thackeray was unquestionably a great novelist, and a friend of Dickens's to boot (very much an on-and-off friend, true, but still a friend in the final analysis). I can't help but think that Mr. Dickens himself would be sorry to see the man's bicentennial pass unnoticed. As columnist Anatoly Liberman writes, in a piece about Pendennis and David Copperfield, "Let us remember both, for both are great, and greatness is a commodity in short supply."
So I will take it upon myself, on behalf of all of us Dickensians here, to wish Mr. Thackeray a happy 200th!
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