Thursday, April 21, 2011
Bardolatry. . .
In honour of Shakespeare's birthday coming up this weekend, I'll be starting Arthur Phillips' new novel The Tragedy of Arthur which stars a man named Arthur Phillips whose family just may have in their possession an undiscovered play by Shakespeare (all five acts included in the text) and whose father - a con man - wants to get it published, by Random House no less. My critic boyfriend Michael Dirda cheekily reviews it in the Washington Post here. It looks terrific and I enjoyed some of Phillips' previous novels, in particular, Prague and The Egyptologist.