Charles Dickens, 1812-1870 

When a great author dies, he hopes he has secured a

The city’s great chronicler hit the streets to cure his insomnia. His writing cast a spell on me and now I go for nocturnal walks of my own

The art of recording a writer’s career will have to be reinvented to survive in the internet era

In David Copperfield, wine both entices and endangers and its dubious charms weren't lost on Dickens himself