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Hard copies, soft selves
Maybe egg cartons or coffee cup sleeves? Cardboard boxes, envelopes? I wonder what they’ll become, those hundreds and hundreds of pages, those thousands and thousands of words. I dump load after load...
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Taking apart selves (and shelves): The Comedy of Errors
Shakespeare’s The Comedy of Errors is the IKEA EXPEDIT – well, now the KALLAX – shelving unit of his plays. You know the one, black-brown with the 5×5 cubbies you can get those drawer-like inserts...
View ArticleExeunt with bodies: Titus Andronicus
The late afternoon sun washed the Italian cypresses and eucalyptus trees in gold. A light wind made a lazy melody in the chimes. From a neighboring yard somewhere over the rolling, low-desert hills, a...
View ArticleWhat Richard III taught me about my nipples
They called Richard III “crookback.” But if I were an evil, Shakespearean villain, I think they’d call me “pointy nipples.” Case in, er, point: The other day, I greeted my wife when she got home from...
View ArticleFighting stances: The Tragedy of Coriolanus
The kid kicked at my shoes but I didn’t fall. “That’s fine,” I answered without losing my brisk pace. But he – and three or four other friends, I didn’t really slow down to take count – kept up....
View ArticleThe Merchant, er, Mooch, of Venice
“I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I will be married to a sponge,” Portia tells her personal assistant early on in Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice (1.2.83). This sponge is one of her suitors, a...
View ArticleJust get on with it already: Love’s Labour’s Lost
Love’s Labour’s Lost was my final comedy. I wasn’t sure I’d make it through all Shakespeare’s comedies, to be honest. There are 13 of them, by Norton’s classification, the most of any genre. Some of...
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