[I just realized that this story from the other day ended up on my other blog…] The other day I blogged about how bringing home a Shakespeare action figure kicked off a whole round of telling my 3 and 5 yr olds stories from Shakespeare. Yesterday I hear my 3yr old playing and she says, “The girl was on the island, and then the witch threw her in the dungeon.” “What’s the witch’s name?” I ask, nodding at my wife to “Watch this…” “Sycorax,” says my daughter. Love it. The best part is how she knows about Sycorax (the witch from The Tempest, by the way) in the first place is even better.  I don’t tell them about her, because she’s not really crucial to the main storyline.  “Daddy,” asks my 5 year old, “How many girls are in this story?” “Just one.  Miranda is the only girl.” “But in my book, I saw somebody else with long hair, and I think it’s another girl.”  I may have mentioned that I have a comic book version of The Tempest kicking around. “That’s probably one of the pirates,” I tell her. “I don’t think so,” she says, and goes to get the book. Sure enough, she’s looking at a picture of Sycorax.  So I have to explain how that’s the witch Sycorax, who ruled the island until Prospero came and kicked her off. And how she was Caliban’s mom, and mean to Ariel and put her in a tree, until Prospero rescued her.

“Paradox” merits a link just for the magnitude of the task she’s set herself (as an independent study, no less).  She’s writing a Shakespearean style play about the Bard’s life, based on the connections between his life and his works.  She’s got the dynamics of his marriage from Richard III, and now she’s on Merchant of Venice having seen a book entitled “Shylock and Shakespeare.” She then launches into a comparison of Portia to women in the church of Latter Day Saints, and a lengthy discussion of her own thoughts on her (someday) LDS marriage.  Quite an intriguing post. Good luck!

From The Advocate in Louisiana comes this interesting letter looking at the common confusion of quoting Shakespeare, Lincoln and the Bible.  It caught my eye because while discussion of Shakespeare vs the Bible is quite common, I don’t often hear Lincoln thrown in there.  As a matter of fact I had no idea that Lincoln was a Shakespeare fan (apparently Macbeth was his favorite play, and John Wilkes Booth had played Macbeth). Unlike many articles on the subject, however, the author does not answer any of his “Who said it first” questions.  So you’re not going to learn anything new.  As a matter of fact the whole letter is actually written by a commitee member for the Lincoln Bicentennial. 

http://books.guardian.co.uk/departments/classics/story/0,,2150903,00.html [via An Alternate Kettle of Fish] Interesting (and lengthy) article all about Anne Hathaway, better known as Mrs. Shakespeare.  What’s her story?  More to the point, what’s her relationship to the sonnets?  After all, we’ve spent 400 years talking about whether Shakespeare was gay, and who the Dark Lady was, but rarely do we have any glimpse into Shakespeare’s relationship with his own wife.  The author of the article, Germaine Greer, wonders under what circumstances Hathaway first saw the sonnets (remember they were published in 1609 but some where written as much as 20 years prior).  Her theory is that she was given a copy after they were published, and not by Shakespeare.  What happens next? Very interesting glimpse into a subject not typically covered in the usual Shakespeare biography.

“I know who owns these woods, it’s a guy from in town.  He won’t mind if I hang out here for a minute.  My horse has no idea why we stopped out here in the middle of nowhere, though, I can tell by the way he’s shaking his harness.  It’s pretty quiet.  Anyway, nice woods, but I’ve still got a long trip ahead of me.” There you go, now you don’t have to ever read “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.  Enjoy. Look, I can do it with anything.  How about “O Captain, My Captain” by Walt Whitman? “Hey Captain, that was a pretty scary trip!  But good news, we found the prize we were looking for, and now we’re almost home.  I can hear the bells ringing and the people waiting for us on the shore.  Oh no!  There’s blood on the deck, the captain is dead.” Ok, one more.  Anybody like Poe? “One late night I was in the library, and I had nearly fallen asleep when I heard someone knocking.  ‘Must be someone at the door,’ I thought.  I remember it well, it was a cold December night and I’d been watching the fire in the fireplace, trying to get my mind off of my lost Lenore.  …”   Raise your hand if your sarcasm detector is going off. 🙂  Your friendly neighborhood Shakespeare Geek just read one too many stories about yet another dumbed down Shakespeare where “Is this a dagger that I see before, the handle toward my hand?  Come let me clutch at thee, I have thee not and yet I see thee still”  would be translated as “Oh look, a dagger.  Why, that’s odd, my hand went right through it, what’s up with that?”