I have to thank Shaun Usher at Letters of Note for bringing this to my attention. Now, I’m not one to get sucked in to all the hype about Charles Dickens – the dude wrote some really good novels (in some peoples’ opinions, I for one don’t like them) – and it’s his 200th birthday. Alright, alright, I’m being dismissive – he’s one of the most influential writers of British history. But I’m going to be honest, I’m not that fussed about it… I only enjoyed A Christmas Carol when the Muppets were in it, and I got three pages in to A Tale of Two Cities before I literally fell asleep (honestly, I woke up two hours later with it on my face). But I can understand what he did for British literature, culture and history, and I appreciate that. So, I’m not a little amused when I read this:Because, you know he was really buried in Westminster Abbey, right? Okay, so it was a “quiet affair”, but not exactly how he imagined his funeral. And now, there’s worldwide hysteria about his novels.
So… happy birthday Mr Dickens. But I’m still not reading your books.