Die alte Mauer des Marshalsea Prison

Charles Dickens‘ London: Marshalsea Prison

„Thirty years ago there stood, a few doors short of the church of Saint George, in the Borough of Southwark, on the left hand side of the way going southward, the Marshalsea Prison. It had stood there many years before, and it remained there some years afterwards; but it is gone now, and the world is none the worse without it.” Little Dorrit, Book the … Continue reading Charles Dickens‘ London: Marshalsea Prison

Bleak House thront über Viking Bay in Broadstairs

Dickens‘ Broadstairs: Bleak House und große Erwartungen

Charles Dickens, genau wie andere wohlbetuchte Londoner seiner Zeit, wusste einen Sommerurlaub am Meer zu schätzen. Kein Wunder: Verwandelte sich die Stadt doch mit zunehmender Hitze in eine stinkende Kloake. Wer also etwas auf sich hielt und es sich leisten konnte, mietete in der warmen Jahreszeit ein Haus in einer der schicken Küstenstädte. Charles Dickens war 25 Jahre alt und bereits ein gefeierter Autor als … Continue reading Dickens‘ Broadstairs: Bleak House und große Erwartungen

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Charles Dickens’ London: The Great Stink

„Fifty thousand lairs surrounded him where people lived so unwholesomely, that fair water put into their crowded rooms on Saturday night, would be corrupt on Sunday morning; albeit my lord, their county member, was amazed that they failed to sleep in company with their butcher’s meat. Miles of close wells and pits of houses, where the inhabitants gasped for air, stretched far away towards every … Continue reading Charles Dickens’ London: The Great Stink

Charles Dickens’ London: Slums

“A dirtier or more wretched place he had never seen. The street was very narrow and muddy, and the air was impregnated with filthy odours. There were a good many small shops; but the only stock in trade appeared to be heaps of children, who, even at that time of night, were crawling in and out at the doors, or screaming from the inside. The … Continue reading Charles Dickens’ London: Slums

Charles Dickens’ London: Smithfield Market

“It was market-morning. The ground was covered, nearly ankle-deep, with filth and mire; a thick steam, perpetually rising from the reeking bodies of the cattle, and mingling with the fog, which seemed to rest upon the chimney-tops, hung heavily above. All the pens in the centre of the large area, and as many temporary pens as could be crowded into the vacant space, were filled … Continue reading Charles Dickens’ London: Smithfield Market

Charles Dickens House, London

Charles Dickens’ London: Charles Dickens Museum

Kein Autor wird so sehr mit London identifiziert wie Charles Dickens. Seine Beschreibungen von Straßen und Plätzen ziehen Leser noch heute in den Bann. Dickens wusste, worüber er schrieb. Er lief fast jeden Tag mehrere Meilen durch Londons Gassen und Slums. Er beobachtete die Menschen um sich herum: Politiker, Geschäftsleute und ganz besonders die Geringsten der Gesellschaft, Prostituierte, Kriminelle und Straßenkinder. Seine Romane speisten sich … Continue reading Charles Dickens’ London: Charles Dickens Museum