The Story of Edgar Sawtelle

When I first started reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski, I immediately sat down to write A Hamlet Story. What does it mean when you know that something is supposed to be a Hamlet story? How close will it echo the plot? Will all the characters be there, will the ending be the same?

I think that I’ve been so long immersed in kid-friendly versions of kid-friendly stories that I’d forgotten that it’s possible to do what Wroblewski’s done. This entirely new story doesn’t just help itself to the “son avenges father’s murder” idea and call it a day – it tracks nearly everything, and then some. It answers questions that Hamlet never answered. I loved it.

I know that Bardfilm reviewed this book as well, briefly, and chose not to divulge any of the plot at all. So stop here if you prefer that style of review, because I’m going to give you at least a little bit.

This is the story of the Sawtelle family, and more specifically the “Sawtelle dogs”. For generations the family has bred dogs that are unlike any other in the world. Nobody can explain why, exactly – not even the Sawtelles. But you know it when you see it.

The story starts out pretty far removed from anything resembling Hamlet, which confused me. A grandfather here, a soldier over there, a miscarriage scattered in for good measure. With every character I found myself asking, “Now, is that Hamlet? Hamlet’s father? Laertes?” It was like reading one of those books that retells Romeo and Juliet, only several generations prior. *Eventually* you find a character you recognize, and then everything else falls into place. So it is with this one. One character walks in, one unmistakably named character, and the lightbulb goes on. Oh, I see, now the entire family tree is laid out for me. I love it.

Wroblewski’s creativity doesn’t stop there. I find myself surprised by what I’m about to say, given his source material, but it’s like he adds another dimension to Hamlet.

Examples?

The Sawtelle family raises dogs, as I mentioned. Special dogs. In fact, not only does Edgar speak to the dogs, it is made quite clear that the dogs understand what he’s talking about. So the dogs are characters in the story, and you may easily discover that Laertes is actually canine. (* He’s not. I’m not giving anything away.)

Second, The story is told from multiple points of view. Edgar tells some. But then turn the page and it’s his mother’s turn to tell the same portion of the story. Think about that, oh ye Hamlet fans. For how many years have we yearned to know what exactly Gertrude was thinking? Why she went with Claudius? Or, for that matter, what exactly Claudius was thinking? What was his relationship with his brother? This is where the parallel universe comes in. We don’t get to know what Shakespeare’s Gertrude was thinking, but at least we’ll get a glimpse into the mind of Wroblewski’s doppleganger for her.

Combine all these things and you get something whose sum is greater than its parts. It is Hamlet, plus parts of Hamlet we always wanted. Plus completely original things. When you feel something, you have no idea if you should give credit to Shakespeare for starting it, or Wroblewski for the way he tells it.

There is a part, in any good production of Romeo and Juliet (bear with me), where you know beyond a shadow of a doubt what is going to happen, and yet you’re still on the edge of your chair muttering Oh god, oh god, hurry, get there faster…. That’s why it is genius. Shakespeare started out the story by saying “See those two? They’re going to die.” And before two-hours’ stage traffic is complete you manage to feel so much for them that, once you remember again that they’re doomed, you desperately want that not to be true.

Such was the case with this book. I started it wondering whether there was even an Ophelia character in the story. Once I discovered the answer to my question, all I can say is I know what the phrase “hit me like a ton of bricks” means now. Who knows, you may spot it immediately. You may have your own moments. The book is full of them, and that’s the great part.

How does it end? Does it have the same body count? How pray tell does the story of murder among Danish nobles play out in a modern story? You don’t just run around killing each other during duels, after all. And I’m not saying. 🙂

Highly, highly recommended. Nobody sent me a copy of this one, I sought it out as one of the first books to put on my Kindle.

Shakespeare GeekDad (A Geeklet Story)

Why I love what I do:

When putting my 4yr old to bed he informed me that we would be playing “a guessing game.” Normally this is a superhero guessing game, which consists of him saying things like “I’m thinking of a good guy who wears blue and red with an S on his chest,” and I have to guess Superman. Anyway, tonight he says, “A Shakespeare guessing game.”

“Oh, honey, we can’t play that,” I tell him. “You don’t know enough Shakespeare characters. I can tell you a Shakespeare story, though.” I’m thinking I’ll tell him a quick version of Midsummer or something equally 4yr-old-going-to-bed-safe.

So I tuck him into bed, curl up next to him, and ask what story he wants. He tells me, “A story with Hamlet, and Shakespeare…”

“…wait, you want Shakespeare *in* the story?”

“Yes. And… what else characters did Shakespeare write?”

“Well,” I say, realizing now that I’m going to have to improvise, “There was Oberon King of the Fairies, and Puck his faithful assistant.”

“Ok,” he decides, “A story with Hamlet, Shakespeare, Oberon and Puck.”

Oh, wonderful.

“And in the story, Hamlet has to say ‘To be or not to be.’ Twice.”

Great. So, we begin…

“Once upon a time there lived a prince named Hamlet. Hamlet was very sad, moping around the castle all day, because this new king – King Claudius – had taken over the thrown. Hamlet’s dad used to be king, but King Claudius threw him in the dungeon and made himself king. Hamlet was not very happy about this, but you just don’t walk up to a king and say Hey dude, that’s not cool – because if you do that, then he throws you in the dungeon too.

So, Hamlet is out walking the castle grounds trying to decide what do when he bumps into William Shakespeare. “Who art thou?” Hamlet asks.

“I am Shakespeare,” Shakespeare said. “I wrote this story.”

“Well then if thou didst write mine story,” said Hamlet, “Tell me how to get rid of King Claudius and put my dad back on the throne!”

Pulling a pen and paper from his pocket, Shakespeare began to write.

*Poof*

Out of nowhere appeared Oberon, King of the Fairies, and his faithful servant Puck.

“TO BE OR NOT TO BE!” exclaimed Hamlet. “WHO ART THOU?”

“I am Oberon, King of the Fairies,” said Oberon, King of the Fairies. “And this is my faithful assistant, Puck.”

“Dost thou know how to rid my kingdom of evil King Claudius?”

Oberon thought for a moment, then whispered in Puck’s ear.

*ZOOM* In a blink, Puck was gone. Faster than Flash. Almost as fast as Superman.

And, just like that, *ZOOM* he was back again, holding a purple flower.

“TO BE OR NOT TO BE AGAIN!” cried Hamlet, “Where didst thou go so fast?”

Oberon handed the purple flower to Hamlet. “This flower,” said Oberon, “Is quite magical. Have your King Claudius merely smell it, and he will fall into a deep sleep. Once he is sleeping, you can take him far away from the kingdom and restore your father to the throne.”

Taking the flower, Hamlet went back into the castle. He first bumped into his mother, Gertrude. “Hamlet!” she said, opening her arms to hug him, “You look so much happier today! What a beautiful flower, may I smell it?”

“No!” said Hamlet. “I…ummm….got it for King Claudius.”

“That’s very nice of you,” said Hamlet’s mother. “The king is in his office.”

Sure enough, Hamlet found Claudius in his office huddled over his paperwork. “What?” asked Claudius, when he saw Hamlet. Claudius didn’t trust Hamlet very much.

“Brought you a flower!” said Hamlet. “Smell it.”

“Not right now,” said Claudius, “Just leave it on the desk.”

Leaving it on the desk, Hamlet left. Claudius returned to his paperwork. Soon, though, Claudius raised his arms to stretch and take a little break. Spying the flower, he picked it up to smell it.

*THUNK* He fell asleep so hard and so fast that his head smacked right into the paperwork he’d just been working on.

Once they could hear him snoring, Hamlet snuck into Claudius’ office with his friend Horatio. Together they brought Claudius’ sleeping form outside, tossed him over a horse’s back, and set the horse walking on the road out of Denmark. He was never heard from again.

With King Claudius safely out of the picture, Hamlet went down to the dungeon and unlocked his father, who was restored to the throne. And they all lived happily ever after. The end.

My Mini Macbeth

Haven’t told a kid story in awhile. Turns out my 4yr old boy may be the biggest geeklet of them all.

Over the weekend, he was trying to figure out when he had school again. “Do I have school today?”

“No,” I said, this being Saturday, “not today.”

Him: “Tomorrow?”

Me: “Nope, not tomorrow either.”

Him: “Tomorrow and tomorrow?” That’s his way of saying “two days from now.”

Me: “Not quite. One more day.” He actually has Monday off as well as Sunday.

Him: “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow?”

Me:”Creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time.”

Him: “….What?”

Me: “Macbeth. That’s a line from Macbeth you just recited.”

Him: “….ELIZABETH!” His sister is seated next to him at the breakfast table. “When I said Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow THAT WAS FROM MACBETH!”

He’s also gotten into the habit of making his elders feel stupid. The other day he runs up to his grandmother (my wife’s mother) and says, “To be or not to be, Gammie! Do you know who said that?”

“Was it Macbeth?” she asks.

“No, Gammie, it wasn’t *Macbeth*,” he says, “It was Hamlet!” And then runs off. He does this to his preschool teachers as well.

Drive-by 4yr old Shakespeare. I couldn’t be more proud.

Puzzle Contest Over

Hi Everybody,
Just quick note to say that my puzzle book contest has ended, and winners have been notified. Please remember to check your email if you did enter, I’d hate for your winning confirmation to end up in the spam bucket.
Everyone who played got the right answer (“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.” – Caliban, The Tempest), so all three books were distributed at random among the winning entries. I guess I made the puzzle too easy? Watch out for next time!
Thanks to everybody for playing. I hope to have more giveaways soon.

Last Chance to Enter!

Just a reminder that end of today marks the close of my Pocket Posh Shakespeare Puzzles Giveaway, so enter now if you haven’t already! I’m giving away 3 books, one of which is even set aside for someone who does *not* solve the puzzle correctly – so don’t let that stop you! (Hint hint giant hint, everybody who has entered thus far has solved the puzzle, I guess I made it too easy. But what that means is that if you haven’t entered yet you could deliberately tank your solution and actually improve your odds of getting a book! )