The Works of Wilkie Collins - Victorian Web.
William Wilkie Collins (8 January 1824 - 23 September 1889) was an English novelist, playwright, author of short stories and general man of letters. He was enormously popular during the Victorian era, rivalling the likes of Dickens (with whom he was both friend and colleague), in popularity.
As the inscription on his tombstone reveals, Wilkie Collins wanted to be remembered as the “author of The Woman in White,” for it was this novel that secured his reputation during his lifetime.The novel begins with a drawing teacher’s eerie late-night encounter with a mysterious woman in white, and then follows his love for Laura Fairlie, a young woman who is falsely incarcerated in an.
Wilkie Collins Book of the Week Peter Ackroyd charts the life of Wilkie Collins, from his childhood as the son of an artist, to his struggles to become a writer, and his life-long friendship with.
Book doctor: 'Dickens, Mark Twain and Wilkie Collins are great for teen readers, though they wrote for all ages' Published: 19 Dec 2011 What will win over a 14-year-old boy who dislikes vampires.
This is not only my first post in this forum, but it is also about the first Wilkie Collins novel I read, namely, The Moonstone. What a nice, heavy, thin-paged, cool book I had on my shelf for years before I was driven by curiosity -- and a personal pact to read everything I own before purchasing any more books-- to open and ingest. I love the complex scheme of details of this plot, and I am.
A gripping short biography of the extraordinary Wilkie Collins, author of The Moonstone and The Woman in White, two early masterpieces of mystery and detection. Short and oddly built, with a head too big for his body, extremely near-sighted, unable to stay still, dressed in colorful clothes, Wilkie Collins looked distinctly strange. But he was nonetheless a charmer, befriended by the great.
I AM composed enough to return to my Journal, and to let my mind dwell a little on all that I have thought and felt since Oscar has been here. Now that I have lost Madame Pratolungo, I have no friend with whom I can talk over my little secrets. My aunt is all that is kind and good to me; but with a person so much older than I am--who has lived in such a different world from my world, and whose.