Shakespeare: The World as Stage, Bill Bryson
I read Bill Bryson for his travel writing. I love Bill Bryson for his travel writing. I haven't read all of it and nearly every day I ask myself, why haven't I?
So I decided to read his biography on Shakespeare. Because I love Shakespeare. And I love Bill Bryson. What better way to enjoy this affection than by combining the two? Naturally, this only urged my love on in many ways, including one that says hey, Sarah, you haven't been to Stratford-upon-Avon yet so why don't you go? Now. Or, if not know, what about ASAP?
Basically, Bryson begins his book by saying that any biography on Shakespeare is mostly made of of assumptions and suppositions and heresay and that he wants to present just the facts that actually exist and that's why his book is so small. Great. And most of the book deals with facts surrounding London and theater and life during Shakespeare's time. Because it's true: we really know for sure a minuscule amount about Shakespeare.
But Bryson (and me for that record) does believe that Shakespeare existed, that he was one man who was a genius playwright, and that William Shakespeare was his actual, true name. That's really the only thing I was looking to get out of the book. That and some laughs. Which happened. And an intense desire to pack up and see a show at the Globe. Which also happened.
Thank you, William Shakespeare and Bill Bryson.
I am the mask you wear / It's me they hear
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