Popping my head up just a moment to point you in the direction of Little Willow's latest post at Guys Lit Wire wherein she celebrates Oscar Wilde, the play Gross Indecency and mentions her own acting career. A favorite bit:
I've played boys (or roles that are typically given boys) before. When I was a kid, I was Tiny Tim in Scrooge, a musical based on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Every night, after curtain call, I'd take off my newsboy cap and let my hair fall down. That was fun, especially when I heard the gasp of someone who had been in the audience moments before.
The year before that, I fought for the right to audition for the role of Charlie in Charlie in the Chocolate Factory. They told me I couldn't, because I was a girl. I told them I could, because Charlie could be short for Charlotte, because girls could do anything boys could do, because I should at least be able to at least try. (Does it surprise you at all to learn I was this headstrong since I was, well, born?) Not only did I win the right to audition, but I won the role.
Coincidentally, other fans of another age are saluted in the current issue of the NY Times. I am certainly all of decorating your home in any eclectic and unusual manner but one does wonder when authentic came to mean "mummified hunting dogs". Hmmm. Let's hope that's just one extreme example.
And is it just me or does this love of Victoriana have echoes in a similar trend for steampunk? (Love of the Victorian age that never was.) I do know that I'm currently loving Cherie Priest's upcoming Seattle steampunk adventure Boneshaker. More on that in a week or two.
Now back to a blog break and beating the heat......
[Post pic from the NY Times article on loving the Victorians]
