I’m sorry to go on about the w*@!**r, but it’s been coming down in stair-rods. So I went on a bender. A Shakespearian bender.
After re-reading Measure for Measure, there were three documentaries being shown by the BBC, all very interesting and suggestive.
Then I watched the Animated Shakespeare miniature version of The Tempest, with its exquisitely judged animation technique and text selection.
Inserted among this was Michael Pennington’s delicious book, which deserves a special post to itself but won’t get it. His insight and humour wafted me effortlessly through every page.
Next I picked up part I of The Hollow Crown on iPlayer, which is Richard II with brutal cuts, but retaining the unsettling quality of the play. Shakespeare is a great survivor.
And then to cheer up, No Bed for Bacon, a story close to my heart. I wouldn’t say that Tom Stoppard borrowed parts of it for Shakespeare in Love, as perhaps the girl-dressed-as-a-boy-acting-a-girl-disguised-as-a-boy is a conceit that many people might have; but Brahms and Simon definitely had it before Stoppard, as their version was published in 1941. And for my money, it’s much funnier and, yes, more moving too.
Now I have to look in the mirror to see if my eyes have gone all googly.