March 1616: William Shakespeare is dying, with his lawyer at his bedside. It is time to dictate his will. Read more...
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March 1616: William Shakespeare is dying, with his lawyer at his bedside. It is time to dictate his will. But how can a man put his affairs in order before he's come to terms with his past? Acclaimed poet, novelist, and Shakespeare professor Christopher Rush has created an utterly irresistible figure whose voice rings true across 400 years?irrepressible, bawdy, witty, and wise, his every word steeped in the situations and phrases of his own plays.
Publishers Weekly® Reviews
- Reviewed in: Publishers Weekly, page 35.
- Review Date: 2008-06-23
- Reviewer: Staff
Part literary genesis, part historical thriller, the latest from Rush (A Twelvemonth and a Day, etc.) brims with bawdy luridness and graphic violence as he channels the first-person voice of the world's greatest writer. As a bedridden Will Shakespeare dictates his will to a gluttonous lawyer, he recounts barbarous Renaissance times, from the plague-ridden streets of “sweltering Stratford” to gory slaughterhouse days before landing his first job at the Rose Theatre, through to the “Bloody Mary burnings” and tortures of the Counter-Reformation (“the nipples crisped and torn off with white-hot pincers... tender tongue, sensitive as a snail, quivering in the vice, while long needles go savagely to work”) and beyond. Rush takes on contentious areas of the Bard's life, including his anticlericalism, the connection to assassinated rival Christopher Marlowe, the mystery of his son and the why of a master dramatist's turn to sonneteering. Some moments are decidedly didactic, as when Will dissects his own Twelfth Night. Nevertheless, this ravenous soliloquy fairly bursts with life. (Sept.)
The bard, brought to life again
What does it feel like to be seized body and soul by sudden fear or desire? To steal power, submit to power, relinquish power? To tumble for the first time with the love of your life? To mourn a father? Lose a child? Betray someone's trust, or have yours betrayed? Or, finally, to be able to acknowledge your own hunger, your own mortality, your insatiable lust for living?
William Shakespeare answers these questions again and again, in play after play, always with stupendous insight. The Bard shows us the human being exactly as it lives and suffers and rejoices, under ever-familiar circumstances, however dramatically enhanced. To be so well-versed in humanity, Shakespeare must have been one hell of a human beingor not, but such a contradiction would only intensify the mystery. That's why it's so tantalizing to have so few scraps of evidence about what sort of person dear old Will really was.
To British author Christopher Rush, these scrapsalong with the plays and poems themselves, which he taught for 30 yearsare all the stuff he needs to perform his own feat of Shakespearean magic. Just as Will summons into thrilling reality hunchbacked Richard, ill-used Othello and fat Falstaff, Rush brings to startling life Shakespeare himselfor rather, "brings to death," for the pages of Will are spoken by Will himself, on his deathbed, consigning his final will to his lawyer. Above all, it is the sheer chutzpah of Rush's enterprisethe detailing of Shakespeare's life and work from Shakespeare's own mouth, from before the cradle to beyond the gravethat elevates his story into its authentic globe, where the ultimate human heart is revealed.
Here's the rare rendering of an artist in which art is not reduced by biography, but enlarged by it; where sex and death are not the caricatured obsessions of the poet, but his boundless and worthy themes. But take warning, reader: the London of the Elizabethan Age is rough trade, the theatre lying hard by the whorehouse and execution ground. Christopher Rush gives it all to us with uncensored glee and unfeigned horror.
Michael Alec Rose is a professor at Vanderbilt University's Blair School of Music.