Shakespeare nerd.

I am a Shakespeare nerd.

I am a Shakespeare nerd who discovered the plays in the mid-1990s, aka at peak Branagh.

I am a Shakespeare nerd who, as a 14-year-old, heard from her best friend that there was a bookshop in town that sold the collected works of William Shakespeare – in the original, thankyouverymuch – and so hopped on her bike and bought the brick of a volume. I still have it, I still use it, cumbersome though it is.

saini

Hei Saini!

This is me almost twenty years later at the Swan in Shakespeare’s Globe with said friend. She does not like Shakespeare – not one jot – which for a person who has a PhD in drama and is an actual real-life performer must be the equivalent of some kind of debilitating skin condition, so please be discreet about it. (We are classy dames.)

I am a Shakespeare nerd who, upon moving to Australia, became mightily confused about flirting and the phrase “not ’til a hot January”, and still hasn’t properly recovered.

I am a Shakespeare nerd who played Puck once.

I am a Shakespeare nerd who could listen to Ben and/or David Crystal talk meter, rhyme and Original Pronunciation sex puns for – ahem – hours and hours. (I am also a language nerd, so discovering David Crystal has things to say about Shakespeare felt like there is a party in my Wernicke’s and everyone is invited.)

I am a Shakespeare nerd whose efforts at elevating her five-year-old nephew’s discourse only resulted in “Cry, haddocks, and make the doggies walk!”.

I am a Shakespeare nerd who enjoys not understanding everything in the texts. I still don’t get “Phoenix and Turtle” but my God if those words aren’t some of the most beautiful put to paper.

I am a Shakespeare nerd probably because I’ve always preferred reading things out loud, and – short of having an actual acting troupe at your disposal – that is the only way to do it.

I am a Shakespeare nerd whose first solo trip to the cinema was to see Looking for Richard.

I am a Shakespeare nerd who in a sliver of her mind hopes there will one day be an urgent need for someone to step up and, there and then, recite the Crispin’s Day speech because by Jove I am ready for that.

I am a Shakespeare nerd who will teach The Tempest on Tuesday. In short, I am a Shakespeare nerd who gets to make more Shakespeare nerds. To quote Caliban:

I am getting a pretty extreme metacognitive buzz out of the whole arrangement.

And as if that isn’t enough–

oh no, a bear!

 

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