Hello everyone. Apologies for the long delay – real life has rather overtaken me at the moment! Normal service should be resumed towards the end of the month – and in the meantime, I owe you all a review of King John, which I saw last weekend.
In the short term, let’s talk about this random book I found in Waterstones…
I am not going to talk about how good it is because I haven’t read it yet (that blasted real life again) but I am intrigued by its very existence. I have certainly encountered prequels and sequels before – Bond seems to have had a very good run recently, what with the Young Bond novels and the astonishing number of so-called “serious” novelists who have taken on the mantle, and look at the infinite slew of Sherlock Holmes stories – but never for Shakespeare. If this is a whole genre I am missing, let me know at once!
The book isn’t in iambic pentameter, but then neither is most of the play. Somewhat more impressively, out of a few lines of dialogue the author has managed to tell a tale which apparently takes in the Armada and Verona, as well as Messina. I look forward to telling you if it’s any good…
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