Review : Two Gentlemen of Boston Common (Part 2)

July 29, 2013February 11, 2017 ~ duane ~ 2 Comments

…ok, where was I?

It’s past 9pm on Friday night. We’re wet, having sat in the rain for 45 minutes waiting for the show to start. Stephen Maler, the director, comes out to tell us that while he may have said for years that every audience is the best audience ever, seriously, *we* are the best audience ever.

Enter Kennedy, the local radio show host who is now apparently going to be a regular because she was here last year as well? She says, “Last year I told a knock knock joke, and it went over maybe 50-50…”

Yeah, I remember, because IT WAS MY JOKE YOU TOLD. I wondered what jokes she’d tell this year when she promised two new ones.

New? She went with “prose before hoes” and Shakespeare not being able get a drink at the pub because “he’s Bard.” I wish she’d kept googling, she could have come up with something better that Bardfilm or I had written!

Once again I watch as she leaves the stage thinking that I might chase her down and introduce myself, but she disappears.

Two Gents is pretty unknown to anybody who’s not a Shakespeare fan, so I’ve had to summarize it for wife, friends, coworkers and whoever else asked me what I was doing for the weekend. Keep in mind that the last time I read it was maybe 20 years ago, so I’m not too big on the details as well. Here’s what I’ve been telling people:

Ok, Proteus and Valentine are best friends in Verona. Proteus is in love with Julia. Valentine heads off to Milan, where he falls in love with Sylvia. Proteus is sent off to Milan as well for some reason, where he too falls in love with Sylvia (promptly leaving Julia in the dust). Julia, meanwhile, dresses up like a boy to follow Proteus to Milan. Proteus decides that he can get Sylvia all for himself if he screws over Valentine to the Duke. This plan works, Valentine is banished and ends up leading a band of outlaws. Proteus meanwhile thinks he’ll have Sylvia all to himself, but she’s still into Valentine so she runs away, and promptly gets captured by the outlaws. Well, Proteus rescues her from the outlaws and when she’s not appropriately appreciative enough he says that he’ll just have his way with her regardless, causing Valentine to come to her rescue. Proteus then apologizes for his bad behavior, and his best pal Valentine immediately forgive him and says oh you can have Sylvia. But Sylvia reminds Proteus of his love for Julia, Julia unveils that she’s been hanging out with them dressed as a boy, and Proteus decides to go back with her. The Duke comes in, everybody’s forgiven (including the outlaws), and we end on the promise of a double wedding just like always. Oh, and there’s a dog. The dog’s supposed to be funny.

The set is supposed to be some sort of Las Vegas / nightclub thing, with plenty of singing and showgirls dancing. The actual characters break into song, it’s not like a background track. Julia sings “Fever”, Proteus sings “Witchcraft,” that kind of thing. The back wall is decorated with neon nightclub signs, and the one labelled “Hermione’s Place” is very surreal to me, I try to remember if there’s a Hermione in this play.

Proteus (left) bids farewell to Valentine.

I tried to take pictures this year since we were close enough, but between the rain and the distance and the darkness they didn’t come out great. Hopefully you at least get the idea of what we were seeing.

The play starts with Proteus and Valentine saying their farewells as Valentine is off to see the world, while Proteus will stay home with Julia. It’s only a matter of minutes before I lean over to my wife, rub her arm, and whisper, “Shakespeare makes me so very happy. Thanks for staying!” I couldn’t even tell you what they were saying at that point, but it didn’t matter, you know? There’s that magic spell that comes with hearing a Shakespeare play, outside under the stars, and you experience bliss. It’s been almost 4 hours since we left the house to get here, but the words start flowing, and all that is erased, and it is totally worth it, just like every year.

I don’t really want to recap the entire show, mostly because it’s not up any more so it’s not like anybody’s going to rush down to see it. But also because I just didn’t love it. Here’s my highlights:

* They kept breaking character and playing to the audience, like pointing and winking whenever somebody laughed particularly loudly or “Woo!”ed at a joke. The Duke was shown at one point playing golf, and after a particularly bad drive he’d mutter “son of a bitch…” After intermission when Speed and Launce were doing some sort of vaudevillian schtick, Launce looks at the audience after a flopped joke, holds up a paper and says, “You know who wrote that joke? WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. That one killed during the plague! If you want to complain email williamshakespeare at bard of avon dot com.” <beat> “dot org.” That sort of thing. It was like they didn’t have enough faith in the material. And maybe that’s an accurate assumption to make, but then why pick this play?

Julia (seated) argues with Lucetta over a certain letter.

* There’s too much letter writing in this play, and it rapidly confused my wife (well, and me too). Speed, who works for Valentine, brought Proteus’ letter to Julia? But then Lucetta has the letter, and Julia tears it up, only to later try putting the pieces back together? Sylvia has Valentine write a letter to some imaginary friend, then tells him it’s not good enough, gives it back to him, tells him to write another one, and give it to himself? I knew the general plot of who loved who, but the letters lost me.

* The only characters that seem to get any stage time are Proteus and Julia (separately). And Proteus is a real dick. Seriously. Pardon my language but that’s the best word to use. He gives a big speech about how, to get Sylvia, he has to screw over both Julia and Valentine. Then goes ahead and does it. Then later he has to get Thurio (to whom Sylvia is betrothed) out of the picture. It’s quite clear that Sylvia has no interest in him, but that doesn’t stop him. This actually leads us to the famous “near rape”(?) scene. They’ve done a good job of showing Sylvia escaping the outlaws, only to ultimately be captured. But when Proteus arrives to rescue her, she then runs from him the same way she ran from the outlaws. So he delivers his “I’ll woo you like a soldier, at arms’ end,
And love you ‘gainst the nature of love,–force ye.” line and goes in for what can best be described as an aggressive hug, like something out of a 1950’s movie where you have to show the bad guy doing bad things but still keep it clean. No matter, though, because Valentine shows up and we have a quick fight scene to end Proteus’ evil ways.

Our two clowns, Launce and Speed, with Crab the dog.

* What’s the dog supposed to do? All our did was look cute. When Launce comes out and says “I have a dog…” people cheered in anticipation. So out comes a cute dog, who does little more than wag his (her?) tail and eat treats. Launce does his whole routine about his mother and father as shoes, and that probably could have gotten more laughs (“No, the left shoe is my mother, it has the worser sole.” Come on, that’s funny!) Is the whole joke that the dog just sits there and says nothing?

* The best scene, and I’m not even sure where it appears in the script, is when Sylvia sits down with Julia (dressed as a boy) to talk about Proteus’ love for “her”. That alone added more depth to both characters than anything else I saw. Now we can understand why Sylvia hates Proteus – she knows how quickly he turned on his former love so she knows what kind of man she is. And we get to understand why Julia would stay next to Proteus even though, right in front of her face, he’s forswearing her and proclaiming his love for another woman.

* This leads to what I thought was the funniest scene, and one of the few times I’ll forgive them for the random “extra” bits:

PROTEUS

How! let me see:
Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.

JULIA

O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook:
This is the ring you sent to Silvia.

PROTEUS

But how camest thou by this ring? At my depart
I gave this unto Julia.

JULIA

And Julia herself did give it me;
And Julia herself hath brought it hither. <pause, as all stare at her confused> REALLY?! <takes off her cap, shakes out her hair>

PROTEUS

How! Julia!

Overall I come away with the same thought I went into it – it’s not that great of a play. There aren’t many characters to appreciate (except the scorned Julia), and everybody seems pretty stupid and unsympathetic (what with the whole “Oh, you just tried to rape Sylvia, but you apologized, so you can have Sylvia” sort of thing going on). The clowns’ jokes are all “cheap pops” that get a laugh here and there but I didn’t see anybody rolling in the aisles.

Over the weekend as we told the story of how hard it was to go see the show, and people asked why we even bother, I took the easy path – I explained that Shakespeare’s plays are like my bucket list, and I’d not seen this one so even if it’s not a great one I still need to see it. The real reason, of course, is back a few paragraphs and happened within the first five minutes of the play.

Shakespeare makes me so very happy.

It’s My Much Ado Review, Coming Right At You

July 3, 2013February 11, 2017 ~ duane ~ 6 Comments

So I did get to see Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing last week, and only now am I finding the time to write about it. This is no way reflects how much I loved this movie.

Loved it. Love love loved. I was not yet out of the movie theatre before I tweeted something like “A revolution in Shakespeare movie making.”

Now, let’s talk about it in more detail. I’m pretty sure that all my regular readers already know the details, but I’ll take you through them just in case. Director Joss Whedon and a bunch of his friends regularly hang out at his house and do script read-throughs like regular people might play board games. These friends of his include Alexis Denisof, Amy Acker and Nathan Fillion, all of whom you’ve seen before in various Whedon creations (Buffy, Firefly, Avengers, etc…) Yes, I said Avengers — Agent Phil Coulson is even in this one.

So, anyway, Whedon says to his crew one day, “This time we’re going to film it.” And there you have it. Twelve days of filming his friends, at his house, using his own stuff as props.

What we get is not perfect, and it’s driving some of the Shakespeare purists nuts, but I love the end result. I want him to do this again and again.

Much Ado About Nothing maps wonderfully to our situation. Leonato basically welcomes some very important guests to his house and throws a huge party, which soon turns into a wedding (and then a funeral, and then a wedding). You absolutely buy this, right from the beginning. The limousines arrive outside, Leonato and his family go to greet their guests, and it all just works. We even get a shot of Benedick and Claudio being led up to the room where they’ll be staying, decorated with stuffed animals – *exactly* what happens when guests come to stay at someone’s house and get put up in whatever rooms are available (in this case perhaps a daughter’s room?) We walk the halls with characters, we spot the housekeepers putting away laundry in the background. Later we’ll see Benedick running up and down the stairs in sweatpants, getting in his daily workout. There was never a time in this movie that I did not think, “Ok, cool, a rich guy is putting up guests in his house for the week” … because that’s exactly what was happening. Genius.

The masquerade scene is absolutely gorgeous. There’s entertainment, there’s the pool, there’s groups of people just hanging out and chatting. Something that I loved, that I wish he’d carried through the whole movie, is that the soundtrack turns out to be a guest singing at the piano. After all, none of us have a soundtrack to our lives, but we do occasionally walk into situations where there is music. In a later scene we again hear music, only to discover that Don Pedro has found a guitar and is sitting in the corner picking away at it while people are talking.

Ok, let’s talk about the characters. I could talk all day about how this movie looks, but what I’m sure everybody wants to know is how well they performed it. Let me say a couple of things up front to set the stage. I think my favorite performance was Reed Diamond’s Don Pedro. I don’t know what sort of Shakespeare experience he’s got, but I thought his delivery was spot on, hitting the right combination of selling the Shakespeare while still acting his part, if that makes sense. He was the visiting dignitary, a guest in Leonato’s home. Half the time he looks like he might have been drunk, but that was also totally in character.

Second favorite? Fran Kranz as Claudio. This version of the play tries to make it all about Claudio/Hero, rather than Benedick/Beatrice, and I’m ok with that. This will drive MAAN fans nuts, I’m sure (more on the weaknesses of B&B in a bit). I realized very quickly that this was turning into a wonderful romantic movie that just happened to be a Shakespeare movie, rather than the other way around, if that makes sense. We Shakespeare geeks can talk about Claudio/Hero as being this little side story when really we want to dig into the interchange between Benedick and Beatrice, but really, does the random movie goer with no background knowledge of the story want that? If you just follow the plot, doesn’t it make more sense that people would think it’s more about Claudio? Claudio’s the one getting married (and he tells his friend Benedick about it). Claudio’s the one that gets screwed over, and then screws himself over by reacting so poorly over the news, and Claudio’s the one that has to fix it in the end.

Something that I really liked is that Don Pedro and Claudio were buddies throughout the show – everywhere you saw one, you saw the other. That worked perfectly for Don Pedro as the half drunk dignitary who just wandered from situation to situation trying to keep everybody happy, and it worked to elevate Claudio by always having him in the Don’s company, as if every time Benvolio showed up, the Prince entered as well. I’m not sure I love that analogy, I’ll work on it.

Ok, now let’s talk about the weaknesses. I, like many, did NOT like the chemistry between Benedick and Beatrice. I’m sure Whedon fans were excited to see Acker and Denisof as a couple again (apparently they were, in some other show?) but I know nothing about that. If anything, I recognize Denisof as one of Robin’s boyfriends(?) on How I Met Your Mother.

I thought Whedon would do more with Beatrice. The movie opens (I don’t think this is a spoiler) with a “next morning” scene, and a man slipping quietly from Beatrice’s bed and leaving without a word. “Interesting,” I’m thinking, “Is this supposed to establish that Beatrice is looking for love, and never finding it? Always ending up with the wrong guy?” But it turns out I completely misinterpreted that scene.

The thing is, while it’s established early that she is interested in Benedick, you never understand why. He’s a bit of an ass, right from the very beginning. The banter between the two can be done mutually, they’re both playing the same game. But here it’s far more obvious that Benedick goes for the easy cheap shots, and it visually upsets Beatrice when he does that. I think there’s even a line, I can’t remember off the top of my head, where she says almost exactly that. She’s having fun, he’s being mean. That, coupled with my earlier guess that Beatrice keeps getting involved with the wrong men, just points to Benedick as another one of the wrong ones, not Mr. Right.

Denisof’s Benedick is good when he’s doing the physical comedy. The scene where Don Pedro, Claudio and Leonato are trying to convince him that Beatrice loves him was hysterical, to the point of being ridiculous (it is painfully obvious that there’s no way they do not see him). Later when he starts strutting in front of Beatrice (knowing that she likes him) is again funny, but in a far more predictable way. But you know what? Sometimes predictable is ok, getting back to the idea of “the audience that just walked in without knowing what to expect.” People don’t always want to analyze. Sometimes they just want to laugh. And they’ll laugh, a lot, at Benedick.

A quick note on Nathan Fillion as Dogberry? From where I sit, he’s the biggest star. Maybe that’s just because I recognize him more than the others. So I was waiting for him for the whole movie. Is it fair to say that I laughed my head off the entire time, and yet I was disappointed? It’s as if he was the least comfortable with his Shakespeare, and decided that he was going to “make it his own.” Everything he does and says is brilliantly funny, but it feels the least like Shakespeare. Does that make sense? If you didn’t know he was doing Shakespeare, you might not even realize it. Again, this is one of those situations that I think works best for the non-Shakespeare audience, so my disappointment comes more from the fact that I was hoping to see out of him what I saw out of Don Pedro – somebody who could deliver a believable, entertaining character, while still leaving no doubt that he was performing Shakespeare.

I’ve got to wrap this up, so let me see if I can explain why I love it so much despite its “flaws”. I love the idea of a small, intimate Shakespeare movie like this. A bunch of friends get together in close quarters for a little while. There are fights, there are disagreements, there is laughter, there is arguing, and everybody makes up in the end. If you judge a movie like this primarily on its Shakespeare, it will likely come up short. But if you want your Shakespeare to be timeless and universal, the kind of story that’s been relevant to audiences for four hundred years and will continue to be for another four hundred? Whedon’s approach demonstrates a whole new way to go about that. It’s not just the intimate setting. The lopsidedness of some of the performances only adds to it. Some are excellent in their delivery, some aren’t. It’s like a Shakespearean dial that gets turned to low in some scenes and medium-high in others. When others have done “modern Shakespeare” they’ll just go ahead and rewrite most of it, leaving only the key lines. That’s awful. That points a big spotlight at the text and says “Look where we shoehorned in that line!” What we get in Whedon’s version isn’t even planned. It’s not like he told Reed Diamond to bring the Shakespeare more than, say, Don John. He threw all of his ingredients into this particular pot, stirre it around a bit, and let everybody find their stride. The result is natural, approachable, and wonderful. Go see it, preferably with someone who knows nothing about Shakespeare, then ask their opinion.

A quick note on parental guidance, and bringing the kids, since everybody knows this is an issue with me. I will not be letting the kids see this one, for two or three particular scenes. First is the “morning after” scene I spoke of that opens up the movie. This one isn’t too bad, though, and it’s easily skipped past. Second comes a scene that makes it obvious that Don John and Conrad (who is played by a woman here) are a couple. This includes getting horizontal on the bed and helping her out of her clothes. Hmmm. Little bit harder to explain away that one, since it is a long scene. And then of course at the end is the Margaret/Borachio scene, which plays out like it always has (well, since Branagh I guess). None of these scenes have any overt nudity, it’s primarily a question of what else happens. The Don John / Conrad scene is probably the worst, since it involves the most overtly sexual contact between the two.

Review : Undiscovered Country by Lin Enger

April 23, 2013April 14, 2023 ~ duane ~ Leave a comment

It’s always an amazing experience reading a Hamlet adaptation. How much of the original story will be kept? What will be cut, and what new material will be added? How will the author make the transition from Shakespeare’s world to the new setting? Will the final result be little more than a “modern language” novelization of Shakespeare, or a legitimate literary work?

All of these questions floated through my mind when Bardfilm recommended Undiscovered Country to me. Jesse Matson is hunting in the woods of Minnesota when his dad, Harold, dies from a seemingly self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. That is, of course, until Harold’s ghost appears to Jesse and claims that Jesse’s uncle Clay is actually the one that pulled the trigger. Uncle Clay, of course, quickly makes the moves on Jesse’s mom Genevieve and we get the whole backstory about jealousy between the brothers, Harold’s position of power over other men in the neighborhood (he’s some sort of local politician? I lost that thread in listening to the audiobook).

There’s a girlfriend character, but is she Ophelia? Her dad is certainly not your normal Polonius if this is the case. What about Horatio, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern? There are a variety of supporting players but I couldn’t draw you a map.

Once upon a time (bear with me for a moment) Stephen King wrote two books pretty much simultaneously – The Regulators and Desperation. These two books are in a parallel universe to each other, where all of the characters appear in both stories, just in completely different context. Steve is a sheriff in one who dies in the first few chapters, but in the other book Steve is a married insurance salesman with kids who ends up the hero (I made up all of that, as a non-spoiler example).

Reading Shakespeare adaptations like Undiscovered Country always makes me think of that King experiment. Jesse’s girlfriend Christine shows up and I spend the rest of the story thinking, “Ok, is she going to betray him? Go crazy and kill herself? What about her father, where is the Polonius character?” The great thing is that all or none of that might be true, and I have no idea. None of it *has* to be true. I haven’t actually finished the book yet, so I have no idea which parts are and are not.

One interesting angle leaps right out at you from the first chapter — this story is written in the voice of Jesse from ten years down the road, writing about what happened to him when he was younger. So, right off the bat, you know that whatever’s about to happen, our Hamlet survives. How does this change the story? DOES this change the story? I haven’t finished it yet, so I have no idea whether the rest is silence for our narrator or not.

Completely outside all of our Shakespeare baggage, this book works as the story of a young man coming to terms with the death of his father. By telling it from his perspective we see that *he* thinks he’s the one in complete control while everyone else either falls to pieces around him (his mom), is just an innocent who doesn’t understand (his girlfriend), or is in on it (uncle Clay). There are several great scenes where the author manages to knock Jesse entirely off his game and make him question just how much control over his situation he really has, and I love those scenes. At one point he bursts in on the sheriff with some “evidence” of Clay’s guilt. The sheriff calmly hears him out, then asks patiently, “Do you feel better just getting that out, or do you need me to be the sheriff now?” When Jesse informs him that of course he needs to be the sheriff now, he learns very quickly that he’s not the one making the rules here, and that everything is not going to go his way. The famous “Hamlet and Gertrude bedroom scene” also plays out similarly, where Jesse barges in with complete confidence about what he’s going to say and what’s going to happen next, and gets another that he is a child dealing with adults.

I’ve not finished the story, as I mentioned. So far I love it. I love that I have no idea how closely we’ll follow the Hamlet story – whether Ophelia will go insane, whether her father will play a role, whether our Hamlet is still going to end up dead even though he’s narrating the story. I can’t wait to find out.

This year’s Shakespeare Day Celebration is sponsored in part by Shakespeare Is Universal: Shakespeare truly is for everyone, and nothing demonstrates that sentiment better than his most famous quote of all, translated here into languages from around the world. In celebration of Shakespeare’s birthday, show that you believe his works are just as relevant, powerful and important as they’ve ever been!

Review : Shakespeare Shaken

April 23, 2013April 14, 2023 ~ duane ~ 3 Comments

I enjoy the idea of Shakespeare as graphic novel. The medium allows a huge amount of interpretation, from how you edit (or rewrite) the text to how you represent your story visually. Then you need to decide whether you’re actually retelling Shakespeare’s story in this medium, or if instead you’re merely drawing on Shakespeare for your inspiration and taking the story in a completely different direction.

Shakespeare Shaken, an anthology from Red Stylo Media, is firmly in the latter camp. Thirty “graphic works” are presented, each taking a slice of Shakespeare’s work as inspiration to produce a wide range of work from single page vignettes to comic pieces to lengthy murder mysteries.

This is a pretty violent collection, I have to say that up front. I’m not normally a follower of graphic novels (if they’re not Shakespeare) so I’m not sure what the standard is in this regard, but many of the stories I found uncomfortably gory with heads blown off and blood spattered over multiple panels. I thought some worked, some didn’t. Is it an audience thing? The regular readers of a collection like this want their blood, so the artists deliver? I suppose that also explains all the nudity 🙂

There’s a fair share of comedy as well. How about Falstaff as a professional wrestling manager? And I loved the idea of a Romeo and Juliet who survive the final act and are now struggling as a young dysfunctional couple (Romeo keeps texting Rosaline, and Juliet keeps pretending to kill herself to test whether Romeo will join her).

What I like is the amount of imagination that’s gone into the whole “inspired by Shakespeare” premise. There’s plenty of Hamlet/Macbeth/Romeo+Juliet to go around, but also a number of attempts at the sonnets, the Dark Lady, and even the authorship question. Some pieces rely heavily on original text, and some deal with the meta idea of Shakespeare as a person and a writer, taking place in his world rather than the world of his plays. A few appear to have nothing to do with Shakespeare or his works at all, and the reader is left to figure out where the inspiration came from. There’s a science-fiction gladiator story that takes Sonnet 130 as its inspiration that I wanted to like, I just didn’t understand it.

If I have one major disappointment with the collection it is not the blood and gore. I get that this is not for everybody. My problem is that many of the stories seem to stop so short I’m left wondering whether I skipped or missed some pages. A great example is the piece that would otherwise be my favorite, “Brave New World,” which is told one page at a time and spread out through the rest of the book, like serialized installments. I liked the visual style, I liked the pacing, I liked how the story was progressing…and then it just stopped. I know I didn’t miss anything because in this particular piece it said on every page 1/8, 2/8, 3/8 … and I kept thinking “How is this story going to progress in just 8 pages?” Well, it doesn’t. Not much.

There’s a lot here, and I admit that I haven’t had the attention span to read every single story yet. First I flipped through looking for those inspirations that interested me (such as The Tempest / Brave New World). Then I started working back and forth through different pieces, looking to see which would catch and keep my attention.

There’s something for everyone in a collection like this. There’s steampunk, robots, reality tv, murder mysteries, zombies…you name it. It’s a little short-attention-span for my taste, but I suppose we need to think of it more as a sampler of each artist’s work. Find the style and vision that works for you, then go hunt down more by that author?

Review : So Long, Shakespeare!

April 23, 2013April 14, 2023 ~ duane ~ 2 Comments

When news came out a few weeks back about a new “Star Wars in the style of Shakespeare” book, Bardfilm and I were alerted to another author’s existing effort in this space. Tom Brown’s So Long, Shakespeare was pitched to me as a book about Star Wars crossed with the authorship question, and I made the author promise me that it ended the right way before I’d review it. True story. 🙂

I enjoyed the book, and there’s at least one moment where I swore, loudly and repeatedly, at my car’s stereo speakers as they played the audiobook at me, I was that upset with something that was said. That either says something about how well Brown knows how to push buttons, or how easy mine are to push.

The story starts with Joe Seabright, an obvious George Lucas clone, who made his fame and fortune penning five space opera films heralded the world over as the greatest space saga ever conceived. Legions of fans buy the merchandise, attend the conferences, and see his movies over and over again. His company JoeCo has invented new ways to film and present his movies, and his fortune has allowed him to build his own city, JoeTown. Every time one of his films come out he’s a shoe-in for the best special effects award and best musical score, but the best picture award eludes him.

So far it screams George Lucas / Star Wars, and you don’t even have to suspend your disbelief that much. Even when the story opens with Seabright in tears, so upset over yet again failing to win his Oscar, you can imagine Lucas doing the same thing.

Then it gets crazy. I’m not going to say you need to suspend disbelief for this one. You need to lock up disbelief in a glass case with David Blaine and Kris Angel and suspend it a half mile above New York City, without airholes, for the duration of this ride.

Everyone who works for Joe has an intervention to let him know that the weakest part of the stories has always been the writing. He sucks, worse than he could ever imagine. No fear, however! There’s a solution. JoeCo has enough brainpower on staff that one of their scientists has managed to extract the “muse” gene from DNA and replicate its function (in pill form, no less). So you get the DNA of the person whose creative streak you wish to emulate, take your pill, and you can immediately write (or sculpt or paint…) in the style of that person.

Bring on the Shakespeare! Why not? The guy that made his fortune writing space battles naturally thinks that he’s almost Shakespeare anyway, and just needs a little boost. Oh, of course you have to accept that in this world there’s a DNA database of all the greatest people in history, Shakespeare included.

Let’s just say the results do not go as expected, and it’s not long before the authorship question (and an entire committee of people who’ve made it their lives’ work to have the debate) comes up. In response to the DNA method of reproducing creativity comes a mathematical formula for measuring creativity, and a quest to find not merely a replica of history’s greatest creative mind … but the greatest *living* creative mind. Shakespeare vs … who? [ Hey, Disbelief, how you doing up there in that cage? Can you breathe? Is David Blaine annoying you yet? ]

This is science fiction first and foremost, it’s not Shakespeare scholarship, and you have to approach it that way. I found it fun. I did figure out the mystery before it was revealed, but there were plenty of times that I thought it was going to go one way and it didn’t. Most importantly, it all works out. There are plenty of times when you’ll think the author took the easy route, or is going to follow the story through to a particular conclusion, and you’re almost always going to be wrong.

I still refuse to legitimize the authorship question, even after discussing it with the author (who is probably listening and may jump in on the comments :)). I did not come away from this book thinking, “Yes, I have new insight into the question.” Nope. I was a Stratford man when I started that book, I was a Stratford man when one of the book’s characters used the expression “Stratford half-wit” and I let out a stream of curses that only stopped when I reminded myself that this is a fictional character saying this, that no real people think that :), and I’m a Stratford man at the end. That doesn’t mean it’s not a fun book that I think Shakespeare geeks who are at least part science fiction geek would enjoy.