If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
One of the bad things about adoring the work of a deceased writer is that eventually you have read everything that person published. I'm in this boat a lot, because most of the writers I like have been dead for decades or even centuries. There will be no more books from Dorothy L. Sayers, Agatha... Continue Reading →
I fell in love with Shakespeare's work watching presentations of his plays on TV as a teenager. In 1980, Derek Jacobi played Hamlet and my family taped his performance with our new VCR. I watched that tape over and over, mesmerized by Hamlet's struggle with doubt, by the inevitable destruction of the prince and those... Continue Reading →
