I haven’t been to a Shakespeare production for more years than I want to admit to, but from time to time (probably once a month) I take one of the plays off the shelf and have a read. I enter the deep levels of the human mind, and I find meaning for me, as a retired person in the early 21st century. Human thinking does not date, but it’s very stimulating and satisfying to find that truth continually in Shakespeare’s texts. When I read this very enjoyable blog entry (which has sent me into a reasonable state of good-natured envy), I felt the urge to pass it along, so here it comes.
Some of you have said you’re impatient for more news of my heroine, but she had to sit in the waiting room for a few days last week while I went on a trip of my own. Reviewing a guide to Shakespeare recently reminded me he’d rather left my stage, having played a lead role at other times.So off we went to Stratford-upon-Avon (proofreader’s nightmare, that, since the district council differ from the official tourist website and call it Stratford-on-Avon. And I only set out to check if it has hyphens. Still, inconsistent usage is in the Shakespearian tradition.)
We did things in the right chronological order. This was inadvertent, but I do recommend it to give a sense of his life: childhood, education, maturity, creativity and legacy. It’s all easily walkable. Shakespeare’s birthplace has been much tarted up lately – (whoever knew they had an early form of wallpaper? It’s oilcloth, designed…
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