This week was simply working flat out and getting home at 8 p.m. – so much for my relaxation week without the boys! However, there was one event from the previous week, when I was attending a course in Warwick, which I didn’t get to write about. I went up there the evening before, stayed at an absolutely charming AirBnB in Stratford-upon-Avon and went to the RSC’s production of Romeo and Juliet. Although I’ve been to Stratford before (as a bookwormish child, I dragged my mother there on my first trip to England in my early teens; as a bookwormish adult, I dragged my freshly-minted husband there as soon as we signed the papers at the registrars’), I’d never seen a play there and the theatre looked nothing like what I remembered it from nearly two decades ago. I later learnt that it has been extensively refurbished since.
It must be hard to think of a new way in which to present Shakespeare’s best-known plays – although it was rather sweet to hear a young girl say tearfully on the way out ‘I wasn’t expecting that ending’ – but this production certainly went for the modern and diverse approach. The Capulets and Montagues are two rival gangs (although not along racial lines, unlike West Side Story). The cast was very diverse, and so were their accents (although at times that made it even harder to understand the text). I really liked the star-crossed lovers: Romeo was so obviously young and rather naive, quick to anger, even quicker to fall in love, while Juliet was clearly the driving force, fragile and young, but so much more mature. However, I did not like the way Mercutio was played (or is that because Mercutio is one of my favourite characters in Shakespeare?). I had no problems with Mercutio being portrayed as a butch lesbian in leather, but I think the director made the actress exaggerate those traits so much that all of Mercutio’s fey charm, loyalty and quicksilvery nature got lost.
All of my books arrived in one go this week – the poor postman could only stuff two through the front door and just flung the others over the side gate, hoping for the best (which is fine when it’s not rainy).
Felix Francis and Lin Anderson were unsolicited ARCs from publishers, which might be a bit of a waste of hardbacks in my case, as I am unlikely to get around to reviewing them. I finally got The House by the Lake, which has been calling to me for ages. Guy Savage’s recent review tipped me over into ordering it, especially since I have Jenny Erpenbeck’s Visitation, which is also about a house witnessing Germany’s history over the past century. So I will read the two together.
It was on Twitter that I heard about Frangello’s A Life in Men, someone saying it was one of the books that deserved to be better known, so I will persevere with it, although the title alone is enough to set my teeth on edge. It sounds a little bit like Eat Pray Love, but for younger people and with a lot more sex. Last but not least, the two at the top I bought because Influx Press was having a sale. Clare Fisher’s How the Light Gets In is in fact a flash fiction collection about modern Britain, while The Foreign Passion shows us Europe through the eyes of a non-European in equally short vignettes.
6 thoughts on “Cultural Events and Book Haul Summary 5th August 2018”
Visitation and The House by the Lake complement each other perfectly. I hope you enjoy them.
You did get some good books, Marina Sofia. I hope you’ll enjoy them. And it sounds as though the play was a great experience, Mercutio aside. I agree with you that it’s got to be difficult to find new and inventive ways to present Shakespeare’s plays and still keep the spirit of them.And what better place to see the production…
I’ll be interested to hear what you think of The House by the Lake. It’s an intriguing concept, this microcosm of history captured by examining the inhabitants of a house.
Interesting to hear your response to the Shakespeare. I’m all for getting people to watch the Bard, but it’s a shame to lose his characterisation on the way. And isn’t it funny how books are like buses and always come along at once? 🤣🤣🤣
I think pretty much anything that could have been done to Shakespeare has been done… but there is always room for a breath of fresh air. I liked other things about the production – it certainly made you aware of just how young the couple are – but this was not it. Tybalt as a big bully was also an interesting choice, but worked slightly better.
Your comment on Mercutio brought to mind Cinderella, in the Grimm version. The ugly sisters, to fit the slipper which is not theirs have to hack their toes/heel off. Bloody disfigurement!