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\nAh, the Ricardians. I check in with them on occasion to see what they’re up to, because I love people who care SO MUCH about something, and who back it up with research – and – naturally – in 2012, I got really sucked into the Ricardian web again. The Lost King is about the events leading up to 2012, when Richard III’s bones – long-thought completely lost – were dug up underneath a car park in Leicester, the dig headed by a woman with no credentials or connections, a woman named Philippa Langley. (Her book about all of this is great.) I reviewed The Lost King for Ebert<\/a>. The film has flaws, but it’s such a great story. <\/p>\n Here’s the painting I mention in the review. It makes me shiver with terror. What happened to them? <\/p>\n \n Ah, the Ricardians. I check in with them on occasion to see what they’re up to, because I love people who care SO MUCH about something, and who back it up with research – and – naturally – in 2012, … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/800px-Princes-e1679686123443.jpg\")
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