Dickens is omnipresent in my life now. Not only does my study have shelves full of books by and about Dickens, but paraphernalia has been increasing as I attempt to fully immerse myself in a Dickensian world. A print of the The Old Curiosity Shop is perched amidst the clutter of my desk.
An action figure of Dickens watches over the reading and writing (and also accompanies me to events. The Jarndyce Dickens Calendar for 2012 overlooks my writing desk. Even my reading has a little extra Dickens as my vintage Old Curiosity Shop bookmark keeps place in the book.
But most special of all is a little bit of Dickens himself. A friend has loaned me his authenticated fragment of Dickens’ own hair. I’m sure the original lock of hair was once an actual lock with many strands, but now it has been reduced to a miniscule fleck, looking much more like a piece of dust than hair. But it is Dickens’ hair nonetheless. And I very much enjoy the presence of a just that little touch of Dickens as I read late into the night.