I have been tickled by many of the character names while reading the nineteenth-century novel Vanity Fair. If I were going to start another literary blog (okay, one can argue that Chicken Spaghetti is literary, but let's pretend), I'd be tempted to choose from the following.
the Reverend Giles Jowls, the Reverend Mr Flowerdew, and the Reverend Silas Hornblower
the Tutbury Pet
the Rottingdean Fibber
the Misses Wapshot
Sir Huddleston Fuddleston and Lady Fuddleston
Lady Jane Sheepshanks
Sir Pitt Crawley
the noble Binkies
I'd never read Vanity Fair before, so I didn't know that this is where Becky Sharp comes from. She's the orphan/anti-heroine who elbows her way up the social ladder. In an early chapter, "Miss Sharp begins to make Friends," Thackeray writes,
"Whether it was the heart which dictated this new system of complaisance and humility adopted by our Rebecca, is to be proved by her after history. A system of hypocrisy, which lasts through whole years, is one seldom satisfactorily practised by a person of one-and-twenty; however, our readers will recollect that, though young in years, our heroine was old in life and experience, and we have written to no purpose if they have not discovered that she was a very clever woman."
In other words, what's she up to next? I'm halfway through Vanity Fair, Waterloo has come and gone, and Becky is busy charming Paris.