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...excepted), the reigning wits of Punch have met in an elegant office at London's 10 Bouverie Street to eat, drink beer, make puns, argue politics and carve their initials in the dining table. Last week, at the famed Punch Round Table, the ghosts of onetime Punchinellos Tennyson, Thackeray and Mark Lemon might have quit the premises in disgust. For the first time in its history, the venerable humor magazine was to have an editor who was an artist instead of a writer...
Virginia Woolf appreciated the massive social novels of Fielding and Thackeray, but they did not even write about the questions that interested her. She sought to penetrate beyond the appearances of daily experience to the inner core of life. For this she employed three essential symbols : Time, Space and the Sea, the perennial aspects of life's hazy patterns. By concentrating all of her attention on a moment's experience she tried to detect its ties with the past, its anticipation of the future. And while she could not answer the questions she posed, she found...
...Cockadoodleodoodle!" After the "unfortunate blight," Thackeray began writing art criticism. His nom de plume, Michael Angelo Titmarsh, became a feared and hated name among Britain's painters. Even when he had become a novelist and was rolling in royalties ("?10,000 - Cock-adoodleodoodle"), he was still "bitten with my old mania...
Sneezing Titmarsh. It was in the fifth of his Christmas Books, which he illustrated himself, that Thackeray came closest to realizing his earlier ambition to draw. ("What, you, too, Mr. Titmarsh? you sneering wretch. . .?") His last and most famous Christmas book-The Rose and the Ring-was written around some sketches he had drawn to amuse his daughters. He continued his fairy tale to entertain a neighbor's sick child. "It was," wrote the little girl, "a black day when the dear giant did not come. The people in The Rose and the Ring were real people...
Last week, the manuscript from which Thackeray read was published-in facsimile -by Manhattan's Pierpont Morgan Library. It was a handsome $35 book, in a limited edition of 1,000 copies. Americans might have seen some of Thackeray's illustrations before (in the Everyman's Library edition), but the Morgan copy was in Thackeray's own neat, minuscule handwriting, and in his watercolors. Thackeray's absurdly hawk-nosed countesses, spindle-shanked kings, periwigged barons, and tubby, pimply princes looked as fresh as if he had just laid down his pen and brush upon...