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Anyone who regularly reads this blog (hi Mum!) will know
that as a writer of historical fiction, I love to see people indulging in a bit
of Victorian action – whether it’s reviving a forgotten tradition or practice
from the time (visiting cards
anybody?) or just a new take on a nineteenth-century classic. (Yes, I am
enjoying the new series of Sherlock –
thanks for asking).
One of the great literary trends of the Victorian period,
from Dickens’s Pickwick
Papers onwards, was novels published in (usually weekly) instalments
in magazines like (Dickens again) Household Words – later All the Year Round. A huge number of today’s classics, from Wilkie
Collins’s The
Moonstone to Elizabeth Gaskell’s Cranford, as well as many
of Dickens’s own works, first saw the light of day in the pages of such magazines.
In these times of instant download and speed-reading, it’s
often hard to imagine the sort of anticipation and interest each new instalment
generated, or the level of delayed gratification the reading public were willing
to accept (some of the fatter potboilers, such as GWM Reynolds’s The Mysteries of
London, took over two years
to finish their run). So can it work again today?
Over the last twenty years or so, a few A-list writers and
their publishers have had a stab at resurrecting the form, but it’s never come
back into the mainstream. Alexander McCall Smith’s novel 44 Scotland Street
was a weekly serial in The Scotsman
for six months in 2004, and way back in 1996 Stephen King led the way with The Green Mile
which was published in six bite-sized, individually purchasable chunks,
appearing monthly. Small press Salt Publishing even adopted the
aptly Victorian instalment approach for the e-book version of Niall Boyce’s steampunk
romp Veronica
Britton: Chronic Detective.