So this week I took the girls – who are now 9 and almost 7 – to their first tragedy, Macbeth. I hope to write up that show shortly, once the organizers get me some names so I can give credit.
Anyway…my girls didn’t love it. Too many people died. Which is to be expected, since this is their first real tragedy. They told me that this was certainly Shakespeare’s grossest play.
“Well it’s one of them,” said I, “But certainly not the grossest. I think that would have to be Titus Andronicus.”
“Why is that one gross?”
“That one is so gross I’m not even going to tell you how gross it is.”
“Do people die?”
“Oh, yes. People do worse than die.”
“Well this one guy kills this other guy, right?”
“And then he chops him up into little pieces …”
“…and then he bakes them into a pie…”
“…and then he makes the guy’s mother eat the pie.”
“Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop”