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Review: Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell

Author’s Note – For a long time, I confused Hamnet (2020) by Maggie O’Farrell with the books of the Hogarth Shakespeare (2018) series. The latter was a series of modern novelizations of Shakespeare’s work by contemporary authors, including Margaret Atwood. Somewhere, I got it into my head that Hamnet was that series’ version of Hamlet. It’s not, and never was.

For everything we don’t know about Shakespeare’s life, there’s a novel that ponders how it might have gone. This fall, when the movie arrives, a whole lot of people are going to suddenly become interested in the short life of Hamnet, Shakespeare’s only son, thanks to Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell. I didn’t read this one when it first came out, thinking that it was some overarching attempt to map Hamnet’s story into a Hamlet story. But with the movie coming out next month, I decided to try it again.

Though Hamlet does play an eventual part in this story, it’s thankfully not “a Hamlet story.” Instead, it’s exactly what it seems – a fictionalized biography of Anne (or, here, Agnes) Hathaway, a woman who marries her Latin tutor and has three children, one of whom dies.

I think that last thought is how we begin. I often explain Hamlet by telling people, “Hamlet’s father died.” It’s a powerful emotional punch that frames the entire play. Likewise, here, “Agnes’ son died.” I don’t think that’s a spoiler; it’s generally in the opening lines of the marketing material. You know what you’re getting into with this book.

Here’s the most fascinating thing about the book, that I decided I love. The word “Shakespeare” never appears. Or if it does, it appears so infrequently that I missed it completely. This is not the story of “Shakespeare’s wife”. It is the story of Agnes, and Shakespeare is only ever referred to indirectly – he is the father, the husband, the Latin tutor. There are times when the narrative has to talk in circles a little bit to make this work, but once you get used to it, it’s a powerful voice to choose. For this to be the story of Shakespeare’s son would make Agnes a minor character. No, this is the story of a woman who lost her child, and it doesn’t even matter what her husband ultimately did for a living. You could, in fact, read this book without ever realizing that it’s about the Shakespeare family.

A quick note on “Agnes,” since it had me wondering as well. Why not Anne? We’ve always known Shakespeare’s wife as Anne Hathaway. Given that there’s a current working actress with the same name, it’s the source of many memes. But here, O’Farrell has chosen to go with Agnes. I’m told that, for the period, the names were fairly interchangeable. This is interesting, and not something we think about much today. I had an Aunt Agnes. She was Aggie.

The audiobook makes this a bit clearer, though, by pronouncing it “AHN-yes”, with a soft G, instead of how we might traditionally hear it today. With that in mind, “Ahn-yes” is easily shortened to “Anne.” Ok, mystery solved.

Hamnet walking with his father

The story itself is well-written and does a good job of mapping to those details of Shakespeare’s life that we do know – the glove business, the debt issues. Agnes becomes pregnant, and the wedding is rushed. The relationship between the families is strained. John, the Latin tutor’s father with the debt issues, is only appeased when he figures out a way the situation might be financially beneficial for him.

The story remains in Stratford, and details Agnes’ life in plague-ridden Elizabethan England. They try to make their new life together work. They have three babies. The husband leaves for London, presumably with the opportunity to help expand his father’s business, but soon finds himself pulled toward the theatre. We hear about his life through the occasional letter home. No play names are ever mentioned; we just hear occasionally about “a new comedy” or an opportunity to play before the Queen. Sometimes, infrequently, he returns home, always anxious to return to London.

Life is hard, and we know this is not a happy story. The inevitable happens, Hamnet passes away, and we’re an audience watching what happens to a marriage after such a tragedy. He wants to go back to London? What, how? How is that even a thought? But it is, and he does. I’m not going to get much into how the story finally ends, because the author clearly builds to something, and I’m not going to take that from you. I had some issues with it; I think it didn’t pay off the way she hoped. But that’s just me and my one opinion.

(Quick trigger warning, and I don’t usually do this – the aftermath of Hamnet’s death is depicted in great and lengthy detail, including treating his body, sewing him into the shroud, and his ultimate burial. If you already found this a heart-breaking story, this section might be especially difficult to get through.)

Is Hamnet Hamlet?

The connection has always been obvious, hasn’t it? Shakespeare’s most famous character, Hamlet, is one letter away from the name of his dead son Hamnet. In a place and time where spelling, including names (Anne/Agnes) was not exactly bound by strict rules. How does that play into the story? I’m just going to say, “Don’t worry, it does.” and leave it at that.

Something For Shakespeare Geeks

Something I enjoyed throughout the story was finding “easter egg” Shakespeare references. There are no direct quotes. Or are they? When Judith is sad that her father has once again left them to return to London, she says, “Will he not come again?” which I can only hear as Ophelia’s song:

OPHELIA

[Sings]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?

I’m not even sure Judith said it exactly like that (I only have an audiobook), but that’s what I’m talking about. The story simultaneously never mentions Shakespeare and yet still shows how his life inspired much of his writing. Later, when Agnes is going through Hamnet’s clothes, it almost certainly has to be in reference to Constance’s famous speech on grief:

CONSTANCE

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?

Maybe I’m reading too much into it. From the story’s perspective, Shakespeare and his wife don’t have the kind of relationship where he’d ever know these thoughts were going through her mind. But that’s nitpicking. The author could just as easily have written in this scene for the readers who might catch the connection.

All in all, an excellent book worthy of a read. I’m going to pick up a paper copy and “put it in rotation” for my family’s book club, which in this case means that my daughter, wife, and mother-in-law will all take turns reading it. If this were a Shakespeare book, I wouldn’t do that. But this story stands by itself without the help of the Shakespeare name, and I think the movie’s going to show the same thing. (I hope that the people going to see Paul Mescal as Shakespeare aren’t disappointed at how little he’s actually in it!)

Macbeth as a 13yr Old Girl? Say More.

There’s a long-standing debate about what it means to produce your own interpretation of Shakespeare, and what the limits should be. How closely do you have to track the original plot? How many characters do you need to keep? Stuff like that. Tell me that the Lion King has elements of Hamlet and I’ll agree with you. Tell me that it’s a modern adaptation of Hamlet and we’ve got an argument on our hands. An evil uncle and redemption for a murdered father isn’t all you need to call yourself Hamlet.

Then again, I’m bored with every Macbeth interpretation between about a “powerful” husband and wife where all we do is swap out the environment. Media moguls, restaurant owners, samurai warriors, mafia. But can we break it down more? Do we have any interpretations of Macbeth as a woman? What about as a child? If we take the standard “theme” of Macbeth to be ambition, heaven knows that there are plenty of ambitious teenagers out there roaming high school hallways and plotting takeovers of everything from the cheerleading squad to student government.

What if Macbeth were a 13-year-old child star trying to make it big and Lady Macbeth her pushy stage mum? Throw in a séance and a geriatric make-up artist with a vision and, snap, crackle and pop, we’ve transported Macbeth to a television studio in 2006.

https://www.watoday.com.au/culture/theatre/what-if-macbeth-were-a-13-year-old-pop-star-audiences-are-about-to-find-out-20250812-p5mmal.html

And so we have Mackenzie, a project by Australian playwright Yve Blake. I’m intrigued by the changes here – the gender flip and the age shift most notably, but also Lady Macbeth as stage mom? Brilliant. Every Macbeth I can think of has them as a married (or close enough) couple. But what about the power a mother wields over her daughter, no matter how ambitious the daughter? And where does that daughter’s ambition come from, was it ever really hers? Or is it just planted there from behind the scenes by Mom whispering in her ear?

Sadly this fascinating new idea is limited to being a stage play in Sydney, Australia, so my chances of ever seeing it are pretty small indeed! But I wanted to shout it out here because I love the idea and wish I could see more.

How Do I Get This Lady Macbeth Game From The RSC?

https://mashable.com/article/royal-shakespeare-company-video-game-macbeth-lilli

I’ve seen multiple links about this upcoming Lady Macbeth game from the Royal Shakespeare Company, and I think I may have even posted about it in the past. But it seems closer now to reality, so I wanted to dig in deeper and see if there are some hints about how we’ll be able to play it. (Spoiler alert – alas, not yet.)

Lady Macbeth My Queen Hooded Sweatshirt

Lili has now been shown at Cannes and the Venice Film Festival, which I still don’t fully understand because isn’t it a videogame, not a film? Or is it really going to turn out to be a film that’s got just enough interactive elements that they’re pitching it as a game?

In Lili, one must enter a hacker’s den with a USB stick in hand, don headphones, and follow the poetic instructions of the Hecate collective — Macbeth’s three witches, reimagined here as hackers.

Ok, I’m with you so far. Are you this Lili character? She never actually interacts with the witches, so probably not.

Lili begins as an initiation, where the player is asked to take a vow and accept the hacker persona, giving you agency within a moral grey zone. One assumes control of the game’s surveillance technology to the fullest, as you have access to Lili’s personal documents like her marriage certificate, photos, and passport, and can tune into one of the three different CCTV cameras placed in her house as well as her phone and computer screens.

Ok, so we’re not Lili, we’re spying on Lili, which is cool from a game perspective. But I’m not sure who that makes us, and how it maps to Macbeth.

At one point, you are prompted by the Hecate witches to shut off Lili’s access to a YouTube makeup tutorial, just like the Iranian government can do it at any time. You can then control Lili’s VPN connection and, with that, the flow of information.

Again, interesting. Reminds me a little of the David Tennant / Patrick Stewart version of Hamlet, where they kept showing us angles through security cameras and really playing up the sense of paranoia. Here we’re taking that even further, it’s not just what Big Brother knows, it’s what power they have over things like your access to information.

But will we ever get to play this game? <starts skimming…>

The creators behind Lili are hoping to keep the momentum going to raise funds for the full version of the game,

Aw, man! So basically it’s still just a demo to be shopped around the festivals, and probably will be for some time. What a shame. The ideas sound fascinating, even if they’re not as directly related to Macbeth‘s text as one might hope. It does appear to be a VR game, regardless, so even if it does get made you’re presumably going to need an Oculus or something similar.

Still, we can hope! I’ve been doing the Shakespeare Geek thing for 25 years now and I’ve written about a whole lot of Shakespeare video games – some big, some small. Some made it out the door, some never did. Who knows where this one will end up.

Ink & Roses Chapter 4 – The Curtain Falls Silent

(London, 2 May 1592)

The roar that greeted Will as he stepped into the Curtain was not for him. It spilled from the bear-pit beyond the north wall—thirty dozen voices baying for blood, human and animal at once. He paused, manuscript satchel clutched to his ribs, and wondered how many of those throats would ever bother cheering a play.

Inside the play-yard, the atmosphere felt brittle. Rehearsals were meant to be private, but plague gossip had drawn a knot of groundlings who could not afford to wait for opening day. They leaned against the stage like sailors against a rail, hungry for any scrap of performance. Will felt their eyes rake across him—country cut of cloak, ink under fingernails, the faint smell of river fog still clinging to his boots. He straightened, trying to look as though he belonged.

Ned Alleyn stood centre-stage, one fist on his hip, the other brandishing a paper crown that drooped whenever he moved too quickly. “No, Master Shakespeare,” he called, not bothering to turn, “Tyrants do not whine. They declare.” He flung the line outward like a gauntlet:
“‘Now is the winter of our discontent…”
He stopped, grimaced, and let the crown slide off entirely. “And what manner of winter is this? A mild spring drizzle?”

Ink & Roses A Tudor Tragedy

Will felt heat crawl up his collar. He had laboured over that opening for weeks, trimming and tuning until each syllable sat like a bead on wire. He climbed the side stair, boots thudding against the hollow boards. “The winter is metaphor,” he said, keeping his voice low enough that only the stage heard. “A frost within the soul, not without.”

Alleyn raised one famous eyebrow. “Then give the soul a coat, sir. I freeze.”

A ripple of laughter travelled through the small crowd. Will swallowed it like vinegar. He was unbuttoning the satchel, ready to thrust pages at Alleyn, when a familiar laugh floated from the yard.

Kit Marlowe leaned against a pillar, moonlight catching the silver hoop in his ear. He looked as though he had been there for hours, drinking in every stumble. He lifted two fingers in lazy salute. “Trade you a line for a line, countryman,” he called. “‘Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front,’ and left it to you to wrinkle it again.”

Will’s pulse stuttered between irritation and relief. Part of him wanted to drag the man backstage and demand why he had vanished after the Bear Garden; another part felt the sudden, shameful comfort of a friendly blade in hostile territory. He descended the stair, meeting Kit at the foot of the stage.

“Deptford tomorrow?” Will murmured.

“Tonight, if you’ve the stomach,” Kit replied. “But first we mend this speech. Trust me, Ned will mouth whatever we give him, provided it sounds expensive.”

Before Will could answer, a trumpet sounded. Not the bright flourish that called playgoers to merriment, but the flat, official note used by town criers. The yard fell silent. A bailiff in city livery stepped through the playhouse gate, scroll in hand, voice cracking like winter ice:

“By order of the Lord Mayor and Aldermen, all common plays and interludes are to cease forthwith, the plague having increased these four weeks past. Houses to be shut, gatherings dispersed. God preserve the city.”

He nailed the parchment to the door and was gone, boots splashing mud across the threshold.

A collective exhale, half groan, half gasp, swept the yard. Alleyn let the paper crown fall to the boards and trod on it without noticing. Somewhere a woman began to weep; somewhere else a groundling cursed and spat. Will felt the news hit him like cold water: no performance meant no gate money, no gate money meant no rent, no rent meant the long road home to Stratford with nothing in his purse but cherry-blossom promises.

Kit’s hand found his sleeve. “Breathe, countryman. There are other stages.”

“Where?” Will’s voice came out rough.

“Private halls. Noblemen’s chambers. Even,” Kit lowered his voice, “the coast, if you can stomach a ship.” He steered Will toward the tiring-house door, away from the rising tide of panic. “First we save your play from Ned’s boots. Then we save ourselves from the plague. And then,” his smile flashed, reckless, “we make our own audience.”

Behind them, the parchment flapped against the oak like a dying bird. The Curtain had fallen silent, but in Will’s ears the roar of the bear-pit still raged. Only now, he wondered if he and Kit were the bears, and London the crowd that would soon demand blood.


Next Time: A locked playhouse, a borrowed candle, and two poets rehearsing Richard III to an audience of rats. Chapter 5: “By Candle & By Quill.”


The playhouses are shuttered, the bear-pit still roars – would you risk the plague for one more line on stage, or take the first ship out of London?