Of all the questions raised by The Taming of the Shrew — and boy, howdy, are there many — none may be as urgent as this: Does anything exist?
Everything has gone to hell. Three acts of rising tension, and then Shakespeare decides to just blow it up real good.
This will come as no surprise, I’m sure, to anyone who’s ever written anything, but the hardest part of writing this blog so far has been the editing. Deciding what to write…
For a while, I was a bit unsure about the “The” in the title. Valentine and Proteus are basically children, untraveled and inexperienced. “Two Gentlemen of Verona”, sans…
It was surprising, really, how good it felt to jump into this play. It took Valentine’s opening line — the comfortable iambic rhythm, the punning, boasting wordplay, the…
I used to do things. I used to be an actor and a songwriter and a very bad juggler. I used to read fiction and watch movies and dance Argentine tango. I wrote puzzles and played guitar and spent time with friends.
