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Monday, March 12, 2012

The Real Shakespeare ?


Wouldn't it be great if this guy turned out to be the real Shakespeare? Just asking....I mean, what do we gain by holding onto the ages-old Stradfordian consensus?

Edith Wharton - Stories/Novellas



Saturday, March 10, 2012

Shakespeare Scholars Unite!



Look closely at this portrait. Is this really the man who wrote all those great plays? C'mon.  Isn't it  more than strange that what we supposedly "know" about Shakespeare's life contributes very little to our understanding of his work - in fact, only complicates the mystery. I could go for a grand old  "royal conspiracy" on this one. Would anyone care to venture a theory on one of the usual suspects: Francis Bacon, Christopher Marlowe, Edward de Vere (the 17th Earl of Oxford), Amelia Bassano Lanier (a.k.a. the Dark Lady) - or  perhaps someone new and overlooked? I'm game...

Teaching Romeo and Juliet




Every time I teach R&J, the first thing that always hits me is that these two kids, R and J, are way too young to be having any kind of serious romance. I mean Juliet is not even 14 and Romeo has barely 16, 17 (?) years of moodiness under his belt. How ironic that he's the immature one! What Romeo needs, besides medication, a swift kick in the pants, and a new spiritual advisor, is something resembling boot camp, continuous physical activity, a sport, a hobby. Juliet, meanwhile,  could use a new set of parents,  a reliable sibling (forget nurse-maids) and an extended stay at a nice Italian boarding school. But in lieu of such changes, that, as Fate ordains, will never occur to this, arguably ill-matched, "pair of star-crossed lovers," don't you think the play also has a lot to tell us about those other characters who AREN'T paired off with anyone and who seem to resist the notion of "romantic love" as such. I refer of course to:  Mercutio, Tybalt, the Nurse, Friar Lawrence, Benvolio...  Makes me wonder what Shakespeare really had in mind....




Helen Graham and Gilbert Markham



     "Is it that they think it a duty to be continually talking," pursued she, "and so never pause to think, but fill up with aimless trifles and vain repetitions when subjects of real interest fail to present themselves, or do they really take a pleasure in such discourse."
     "Very likely they do," said I, "their shallow minds can hold no great ideas, and their light heads are carried away by trivialities that would not move a better-furnished skull; and their only alternative to such discourse is to plunge over head and ears into the slough of scandal - which is their chief delight." The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Chapter 9