The Great Shakespeare Egg Hunt

With Easter approaching, what do you say we go hunting for eggs in Shakespeare’s work?  I’m not going to list them all here (since it’s easy to hunt them down with a search engine where’s the fun in that?) but I’ll hit the most famous ones.  Add more in the comments!

“Give me an egg, nuncle, and I’ll give thee two crowns.”

Why, after I have cut the egg i’ th’ middle and eat up the
meat, the two crowns of the egg.

When I first tried to read King Lear I couldn’t understand Fool at all.  After many readings and watchings, I think the scenes with Lear, Fool and Kent are my favorite (even if I don’t always understand what he’s saying). He’s one of the few people (perhaps the only one?) who can say to the king, “Hey genius, how smart was it to split your kingdom down the middle and then give away both parts?”

Falstaff 

Take away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle of
sack finely.

Bardolph 

With eggs, sir?

Falstaff 

Simple of itself; I’ll no pullet-sperm in my brewage.

Ok Falstaff, eww.  How am I supposed to look at my kids’ Easter eggs the same way ever again?  (Courtesy Merry Wives of Windsor, for those that don’t remember this charming lesson in animal husbandry showing up in the Henry plays.)  I actually googled this to see if I was missing something and saw it turn up in a list entitled “Why Aren’t These Shakespeare Quotes Famous Too?”

 

 

What, you egg!
[Stabbing him]
Young fry of treachery!

Students love this quote, I regularly see it posted when people reading Macbeth for the first time stumble across it. There are web pages and apps and even books dedicated to Shakespearean Insults, but calling somebody an egg just has a special sort of “What did he just call me?” flare to it.

My favorite part is the second line, where he calls him a young fry of treachery.  You know why, don’t you?

Because now he’s a fried egg.

 

On that note, I’m out of here before anybody gets the pitchforks.  What other egg references have you found?

 

Nutshell In A Nutshell (A Review)

Alas, poor Hamlet…

I tried to read Nutshell by Ian McEwan about a year ago and couldn’t get into it. I thought I’d reviewed my attempt to do so about a year ago around Shakespeare’s birthday but I can’t find the post.

Bardfilm recommended that I read through the whole thing, as the ending was worth discussing, so I forced myself through it.

Nutshell is a version of Hamlet told with a unique twist – Hamlet is Gertrude’s unborn child.  That’s right, our narrator is a fetus.

In general I’m not a fan of first person narrative,  I think it forces way too many unnatural hoops to jump through to get information to the audience in a way that the narrator would have known. Here that is magnified fifty fold, as our narrator can’t see anything that’s going on, nor can he go anywhere that Gertrude (or, as she’s named here, Trudy) doesn’t go. But that doesn’t stop him from knowing about the plot between his mom and her boyfriend (“Claude”) to kill his father (“John” because I guess there’s no easy way to modernize “Hamlet”). He knows when Claude loans his dad money. He knows what his mom is wearing. He knows where his mom and Claude go on dates, what she eats for dinner, and most importantly, what wine she likes.

Seriously, the wine is a recurring theme. It’s one thing to just say that Trudy is a drunk who doesn’t think that being really pregnant is maybe a reason to cut back. She drinks so much and so often that the fetus himself is a budding oenophile, hoping at different times that his mother partakes of a particular vintage. I hated this part in audio, he really sounds like Stewie from Family Guy.

Also to hate is the amount of sex that Trudy and Claude are having.  It’s a lot. And, since he’s got a front row seat, it’s described play by play and blow by blow by our narrator (who hates it, if that wasn’t obvious). Have you ever wondered what a sex scene reads like when it’s narrated from the inside?  Yeah, don’t.

The most fun part about this book is the way the author tosses in references to the original text, like a treasure hunt. There are so many I can barely remember them, but one easy example was when the narrator said of Claudius, “As a man, he was a real piece of work.”  See what he did there? 🙂  References like that are just all over the book, and if you’re a fan of Hamlet you’ll have a great time trying to spot them all.

There’s not much Hamlet story here.  No Ophelia, Laertes, Polonius, Horatio. Just Gertrude and Claudius, already together and plotting against Hamlet’s father.  At best it’s something of a character study of how the author sees Hamlet.  Sometimes it was as if he was going through a checklist — they like to drink in the original? Check.  Hamlet’s obsessed with how often his mother is sleeping with his uncle? Check.

But at some point you get to interpret for yourself.  Do we like this Gertrude? Is she a good person? How different is she from the original, and how?  What do her actions say about her feelings for the men in her life?

If you like plumbing the depths of the framework Shakespeare gave us for these characters, and get a special little thrill of excitement every time you see a Hamlet reference in a completely different context, then you’ll probably like this one.  I am part of a book club at work, and none of them are really Shakespeare geeks, so I couldn’t see any of them getting anything out of this at all.  One even went so far as to suggest that the author wrote it on a dare, because she’s a fan of his other work.

You Had Me at “Margot Robbie”

Maybe she’s reading King Lear?

Hey, here’s a bit of happy news.  You probalby know Margot Robbie as either Tonya Harding, Harley Quinn or the girl in the bathtub who explains mortgage-backed securities.

Lucky for us she’s apparently got some Shakespearean longings in her, and is set to produce a ten-part, female-focused Shakespeare series at the end of this year.  It does say she’s producing, so I’m not sure that means we’ll ever get to see her on screen or if she’ll play an entirely behind the scenes role.

What do you think?  Let’s pretend she’s going to act.  Which female lead would be best for her?  I’d love to see her as Regan or Goneril just for fun, but I think she can probably handle a more central role than that.

 

 

The Return of Gnomeo and Juliet

Sherlock Gnomes

Gnomeo and Juliet came out in 2011.  I was so excited at the prospect of a mainstream animated Romeo and Juliet that I literally tracked that one for five years in anticipation. It’s not even really about whether it was any good.  It exists.  It’s something.

So when I heard about a sequel back in 2016 I got all excited….briefly.  The sequel? is called Sherlock Gnomes. Huh? How do you do that?  Are Romeo and Juliet going to be characters in a Sherlock Holmes story? At the time I hoped for a storyline that involved Romeo and Juliet going looking for characters from Shakespeare’s other works.

Well, it opens this week, so now we get to find out. All the original characters are back along with their original voice actors (including Michael Caine and Maggie Smith). What I don’t see in the IMDB page are any other Shakespeare characters, so I don’t think I’m going to get my wish.

I just can’t get my head around the universe of the movie.  It appears as if all the characters have packed up and moved across town and are off an entirely new and unrelated adventure.  We’ve talked a lot about Shakespeare sequels over the years, but somehow I don’t think we ever broke out of that fundamental assumption that the sequel, you know, continues the original story in some way.

Not this time!  The writers here have fired up the franchise machine, dipped into ye olde public domain bin, and pulled out Sherlock Holmes.  Maybe if this one is a hit (yeah, right) they can tackle Frankenstein next?  Or maybe Alice in Wonderland?

But seriously, who am I kidding?  If there’s a chance there’s some Shakespeare in this I’m still going to see it.

How To Embarrass Teenagers (A Geeklet Story)

Can I still call my kids geeklets now that they’re all teenagers?

So I’ve got driving duty this weekend for my daughter’s volleyball practice.  Scene : A Honda Pilot with four 16yr old girls jammed into it. They are discussing the recent walkout, how it went with various teachers, etc… and one of them clearly says “…we were listening to Macbeth and we just left.”

Fast forward through the fifteen or twenty minute ride, waiting for a break in their conversation, but it never comes. Instead there is a steady discussion about parties, school events, math homework (oh, sure, you bring your math homework with you in the car ride but not your Shakespeare?) and general kinds of things teenage girls discuss, peppered with too many “likes” for my liking.

But then, when we’re about a minute from practice, there’s a lull.  I can tell they’ve run out of things to say because one of them is singing along to the music on the radio.

“Did one of you say you walked out of Macbeth?” I ask. I look in the rearview mirror.  Three sets of eyes are staring back at me as if to say, “Wait, is the adult talking to us? Who ordered this Uber? Two stars.”

My daughter in the front seat, shrinking rapidly, says, “None of them know about your obsession with Shakespeare.”

“I’ve run a Shakespeare website for ten years,” I continue.  Now they do.  “And if you thought I was going to let that pass by unnoticed you’re sadly mistaken. Which production were you listening to?  Do you remember?”

She did not.  I did not expect her to, but that’s ok.  I would have been annoyed with myself if I hadn’t mentioned it.  You never know.  Could have spurred a whole conversation. She might actually *like* the class. If not, I could maybe even convince them that it’s more interesting than their teacher is making it sound.  She said they were reading along as they listened to the play.  Not a horrible technique, but man, GET UP AND READ IT YOURSELVES.

Maybe if the topic came up faster we could have found more to talk about, or maybe I’m just overly optimistic when it comes to my favorite subject.  In reality we got to practice and they jumped out of the car, although they did at least wait for it to stop.

I have no idea who was more embarrassed, the girl I tried to talk to, or my daughter.  Eh, they’ll live.