We can thank Guy Ritchie's "Sherlock Holmes" for paving the way for "Dodge and Twist," the new Sony film in which the hero of Charles Dickens' novel Oliver Twist grows up to be a law-enforcement officer trying to intercept the ever-grander larcenies of the Artful Dodger. I'm sure it will stink, but I admit to being curious to seeing what all the characters are up to twenty years later.
Slate celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of Sylvia Plath's death by presenting an intriguing theory that Plath's poem "Daddy" is actually about the poet's mother. While her father died when Sylvia was just a child, by the time "Daddy" was written her career was already dotted with numerous fantasies of violence toward her mother. It's an interesting idea to ponder, and a timely occasion upon which to ponder it.
Another author whose mommy issues are timely news? Truman Capote. Apparently she used to lock the five-year-old Capote in the bathroom so she could go out all night, and once when he became lost during Mardi Gras, she didn't come claim him at the police station till dawn. As the article points out though, it's very difficult to tell Capote's real biographical data from the carefully-crafted image of himself that he presented to the public.
Earlier this week, a television station in Great Falls, Montana was punked in a particularly "Night of the Living Dead" way: a recorded alert message played over their broadcast, announcing that, "The bodies of the dead are rising from their graves and attacking the living." The announcement's details don't really add up, but it's just realistic enough that I bet it scared at least a few people out of their wits. Check it out below (and then you may return to your original programming, already in progress).