Reading through
In Which Your Humble Blogger at least knows how to pronounce Leicester and Gloucester, and doesn’t have to pronounce Derby at all.
Category: theeyater
Scene by Scene, line by line
Rereading the play with an eye to Buckingham, Your Humble Blogger noticed that the part is structured very oddly. It starts out as a small supporting part, which becomes a very big part in the middle, and then, just as…
And is it thus?
In Which Your Humble Blogger can counterfeit the deep tragedian, speak and look back, and pry on every side, tremble and start at wagging of a straw.
Trying it out
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a hunch he’s going to get cast. Well, a hope, really, but the pun requires a hunch.
OI! Dickie!
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a good larf.
Just here–wait–what?
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets all worked up, and then blows over.
Book Report: After the Ball
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all, like, ‘it must be mine!’, and then, not so much, later.
Book Report: Horton Foote’s Three Trips to Bountiful
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes the third of three (and finishes the last vestige of the show, I hope) but still has more than a dozen Book Reports to catch up on.
and that’s that
In Which Your Humble Blogger is done, and hasn’t started missing it yet.
Book Report: Uncle Vanya
In Which Your Humble Blogger still doesn’t get it, but there are a lot of things Your Humble Blogger doesn’t get. Never did, and never will, I guess.