Book review: Shakespeare: The World as Stage

Book review: Shakespeare: The World as Stage

Book review:

Shakespeare: The World as Stage

 

By Bill Bryson (b.1951)

Atlas Books, HarperCollins Publishers, New York, 2007

199 pages

 

You don’t have to be a great big Shakespeare fan (I’m not) to have a good experience reading this book. If you’re a Bill Bryson (A Walk in the Woods) fan, you have another reason to pick it up.

This is the kind of book that makes me eager to turn each page and read more, and write a new book review. Bryson writes in his usual well-informed style. He marshals entertaining facts and frames of reference. He’s convincing when he debunks some of the notorious myths about The Bard.

F’rinstance, about 5,000 books have been written by folks who don’t think Shakespeare wrote all those plays and sonnets, and who suggest the names of about four dozen 17th century contemporaries who might have been the real author(s). Bryson offers this guidance about the risible claims that other authors created Hamlet and such: “…no one has ever produced…the tiniest particle of evidence to suggest that they actually did so.”(1)

Mostly we don’t know much of anything about Shakespeare’s private and public life. There are several years during his life that are a complete blank in the historical record. He was a successful poet and playwright. He worked closely with a successful thespian troupe. He was a husband and a parent.

Shakespeare Hamlet

Here’s the thing: Shakespeare was not a colossal celebrity during his lifetime. No one knew he would become the most revered genius of English literature. No one realized that he was adding 600 words like critical, excellent, leapfrog, and zany to the English language. No one knew that more or less every English speaker today from time to time uses phrases first conceived by William Shakespeare, like budge an inch and foregone conclusion.

 

Shakespeare was only one of many playwrights in his time—we know him now because he is a creature of buzz and a beneficiary of a couple gents who decided to publish all his works (the First Folio, published 1623) a number of years after he died.

About 80% of the roughly 3,000 plays by many authors that were performed in Shakespeare’s time are completely lost—we know their titles and nothing more. Most plays were performed only for a short time, and never published.

The fact that we can casually talk about anything “Shakespearean” is more or less the result of serendipity.

Oh, by the way, despite the fact that you and everyone else can recognize the iconic likeness of Shakespeare, there is no surviving portrait that was painted during his lifetime and no one knows what he really looked like.

Note: (1) Bryson, 195

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Book review: Iron Tears

Book review: Iron Tears

King George wanted

   to win the war…

      the other guys,

         not so much…

 

 

Book review:

Iron Tears:

   America’s Battle for Freedom,

     Britain’s Quagmire: 1775:1783

 

Stanley Weintraub (b.1929)

New York: Free Press, 2005

375 pages

 

For some time I have indulged my suspicion that the British never really tried very hard to win the Revolutionary War.

Stanley Weintraub’s Iron Tears isn’t the first book that has reinforced my understanding of this most iconic event in American history. If you’re interested, try Nick Bunker’s An Empire on the Edge or Andrew Jackson O’Shaughnessy’s An Empire Divided.

Weintraub offers a solidly researched and richly anecdotal account of the military details and the political wrangling that prolonged the war for several years until the British ministers and politicians finally admitted to themselves that they really couldn’t win the war.

King George III was fatuously optimistic and persistently unrealistic—to the bitter end—about the prospects for winning a war that he desperately identified with his own persona and his royal stature. (Remind you of any U. S. president?…)

Weintraub makes it irrefutably clear in Iron Tears that at no time throughout the Revolutionary War did the British send enough men and ships to win in North America, that is, to put down the rebellion and re-establish full constitutional Parliamentary control of the 13 colonies. Hint: the British “sugar island” colonies in the Caribbean were more important, and the British never stopped looking over their shoulders at prospective and real war with France, Spain, and other countries.

On October 18, 1781, General Washington accepted the capitulation of the army of General Cornwallis at Yorktown. On November 25, an official dispatch with the bad news finally reached Lord North, the British prime minister, at Downing Street. It is reported that he exclaimed “Oh God! It is all over!”

Quite possibly he was overcome with grief and relief.

No word about King George’s reaction, but most likely he wasn’t happy.

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For a change of pace,

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of one woman’s desperate childhood,

The Homeplace

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Chanson de mer

Chanson de mer

The exuberant power

         of the natural world…

 

 

Chanson de mer

 

I am the rock.

I am the island.

I am the glistening boulder at the waterline.

I am the sharp-edged, flinty fragment,

   tossed by the blue-green surge,

      scattered by the stinging wind,

         collected once, and dropped, by a child.

I am the ancient stratum exposed to the faintly salty air.

I am the blunt face of the heaved-up, broken stone,

   I am the silent witness

   to the everlasting crash and song of the sea,

      I stand against the tumbling, roiling crests that

               dash to me,

         break on me,

               climb my height,

         die at my foot,

               and rise, vaulting, surging, crashing, singing,

         to grandly break on me again, again…

         the lyric, rhythms, chords the same

               as at the last or next millennial dawn.

I am the rock. The sea endlessly sings to me.

Good. Enough.

Tarry.

Listen.

 

September 15, 2011

“Chanson de mer” is about the ocean and the coast. It is a respectful imagination of the exuberant power of the natural world around us. I think that’s the best kind of description of a poem about nature. I wrote it on a cloudy afternoon on the massive rock formation that dominates the south coast of Conanicut Island in the Narragansett Bay, Rhode Island. Jamestown, at the southern tip of the island, is the home of Beavertail State Park. I’d love to go back.

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Book review: Shawshank Redemption

A world I do not want to know…

by Stephen King

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2017 All rights reserved.

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Book review: St. Ives, Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England

Book review: St. Ives, Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England

Taking another look

at Stevenson’s St. Ives

 

 

Book review:

St. Ives,

Being the Adventures

of a French Prisoner in England

 

by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1907

438 pages

 

This is a re-do of my earlier post on Stevenson’s St. Ives, because I now confess that I stopped reading at p. 390. So, don’t worry about spoilers….

I’ve always embraced a coldly mechanical willingness to stop reading a book whenever the time comes….in St. Ives, the time comes at Chapter XXXI.

Stevenson died after writing XXX chapters of St. Ives. Perhaps not too many eyebrows were raised when a respected contemporary writer, Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch, wrote the remaining six chapters from Stevenson’s notes.

Stevenson’s oeuvre is fastidiously lush, precise, sophisticated, with deeply contextual character development and dialogue that leaves me breathless with anticipation for more. There’s an abstractly beautiful love interest. Did I mention that I’m a fan of 19th century prose?

Quiller-Couch doubtless had his merits as a 19th century writer. He ain’t no Stevenson.

Q-C’s contribution to St. Ives lacks the prepossessing heartiness of Stevenson’s dialogue and storyline.

Q-C can’t quite gin up the panache and persiflage that RLS animates on nearly every page.

Q-C makes a too sincere but unavailing effort to match the rural patois that Stevenson offers for the reader’s delight.

Q-C bungles the parlous adventures of the eponymous protagonist, injecting a wretched slapstick element that leads an RLS fan to transition uncomfortably into pursed-lips mode.

Stevenson’s prosaic mastery is, sadly, missing in the last six chapters of St. Ives, and, therefore, ignorance shall be my penalty for closing this truncated masterpiece before I reached the end.

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 On this website you can read: my poetry in free verse and 5-7-5 format—nature poems, love poems, poems about grandchildren, and a spectrum of other topics—written in a way that makes it possible for you to know, as precisely as possible, what’s going on in my mind and in my imagination; thoughtful book reviews that offer some exceptional critique of the book instead of a simple book summary; examinations of history that did and didn’t happen; examples of my love affair with words; reflections on the quotations, art, and wisdom of famous and not-so-famous people, and occasional comments on politics and human nature.

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Book review: Grace Notes

Is it prose or poetry?

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Remembrances…a new poem

Remembrances…a new poem

A reflective poem

about the nature

of an offshore breeze…

 

 

Remembrances

(je me souviens)

 

Airs and airs, brisking through the afternoon,

fill my ears with ruffling sound,

and fully charge my mind with half-drawn shapes,

many half-thought fancies,

and many second memories

      of once-remembered moments in the afternoon.

 

September 18, 2015

You’ve listened to this kind of breeze at the seashore. It’s not strange that it never stops. These airs are reminders of the ways we’ve turned our heads, so many times, to face a new direction or an old reality. I stood on First Encounter Beach, in Eastham on the Cape, at high tide in the late afternoon. I wasn’t alone but I kept my thoughts to myself at the time. I’m not sure I was fully conscious of everything I was thinking. I do know that I remembered a couple things for the second time, and that was good.

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My poetry is in free verse and 5-7-5 format—nature poems, love poems, poems about grandchildren, and a spectrum of other topics—written in a way that makes it possible for you to know, as precisely as possible, what’s going on in my mind and in my imagination. You’ll also find here thoughtful book reviews that offer some exceptional critique of the book instead of a simple book summary; examinations of history that did and didn’t happen; examples of my love affair with words; reflections on the quotations, art, and wisdom of famous and not-so-famous people, and occasional comments on politics and human nature.

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