It might not have escaped your notice that I haven’t been brilliant at updating this blog of late. Or maybe it has, which is the point. Things have been hectic workwise – which genuinely is brilliant! – and it’s left me less and less time to pay attention to this space. And let’s be honest: the world doesn’t need any more erratically curated, spasmodically updated blogs. So I’ve taken the decision to call Worlds Elsewhere a day.
One of the things I’ve been busy with over the last few weeks is designing a new online home, which houses info on my journalism, broadcasting, the books I’ve written and a few other things besides, and is hopefully a bit more nicely organised than this one too. It goes under the imaginative url andrewjdickson.com, and I will endeavour to keep it a bit more up-to-date. I say that now, of course …
Anyway – that’s that! Thanks enormously for following Worldselsewhere.com for the three-and-a-bit years it’s been in existence, and I hope that at least some of what I’ve written has been of interest. I’ll leave this site up for a few weeks (while I work out how to archive it), after which point it’ll forward to my shiny new address. Parting is such sweet sorrow, etc etc.
Goes without saying – I’ll still be on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads and Instagram (sometimes, at least), so hit me up there.
I’ve been a bit elusive on here, but in my defence 2016 has whizzed by in something of a blur: Worlds Elsewhere was published in the US, I’ve ridden the Trans-Siberian Railway as part of a British Council arts residency, made two BBC radio documentaries, and I’m recently returned from a lecture tour of India. (Uh, yeah, carbon footprint.)
It doesn’t seem quite right to end the year without compiling some form of listicle, so – begging your indulgence – here are a few of the things I’ve most enjoyed doing and writing in 2016, from long magazine reads to a piece of Russian reportage for From Our Own Correspondent.
- Szekspir by any other name: can Shakespeare be translated? [op-ed, Wall Street Journal, April]
- Paul Strand’s sense of things [art/photography review, NewYorker.com, April]
- Selling Shakespeare: the business of the Bard [documentary, BBC Radio 4, April]
- ‘We roared with laughter’: 4.48, Sarah Kane’s enigmatic last play [reported feature, Guardian, May]
- Made in Memphis: William Eggleston’s surreal visions of the South [critical essay, Guardian Review, July]
- On British TV and film’s diversity crisis [long read, New Statesman, November]
- (Fe)male: why gender fluidity is part of who we are [long read, Prospect, December]
- Wild Nineties: Boris Yeltsin’s bizarre legacy [reported piece, From Our Own Correspondent, BBC Radio 4, December]
- ‘I felt pretty happy that I was still alive’: writer Jonathan Raban on life after his stroke [profile interview, Guardian Review, December]
Image: Trans-Siberian Railway, November 2016, copyright Max Avdeev/British Council
A belated shout-out for a series I completed last month, commissioned by the Guardian: a play-by-play journey through the canon in the company of actors, directors, designers, dancers, musicians and one prop expert (on, naturally, how she sourced enough blood for Titus Andronicus). The aim was to ask them about an individual play, and talk about a production they’d been involved in. It began in January, and just wrapped up.
There were some fascinating interviews: Patrick Stewart on playing Shylock multiple times (“I should have been arrested for overacting”), Willard White on Othello (“I broke down”), Harriet Walter on Antony and Cleopatra, Ivo van Hove on Coriolanus, Cush Jumbo on Julius Caesar, Jonathan Pryce on Hamlet … Some real goodies, in other words.
I conducted most of the interviews, alongside my brilliant colleagues Lyndsey Winship, David Jays and editor Chris Wiegand, whose idea it all was. Enjoy.
• Guardian series: How we staged Shakespeare
Image: Cush Jumbo in rehearsals for Phyllida Lloyd’s all-female Julius Caesar in 2012 (Graham Turner for the Guardian)
A quick shout-out for a piece in Guardian Review, on one of my favourite photographers, the surreally brilliant – and brilliantly surreal – William Eggleston. Asked to explain his photographs, Eggleston once replied, “I think of them as part of a novel I’m writing”. Here’s my attempt at exegesis:
William Eggleston, Untitled, 1974, Biloxi, Mississippi. Photograph courtesy and © Eggleston Artistic Trust. All rights reserved
I wonder how many Hamlets I’ve seen over the years – ten? fifteen? Many more if you count the movies: Grigori Kozintsev’s grippingly political 1964 version; the irrepressible Urdu-Hindi adaptation from 1954, starring the swashbuckling actors Kishore Sahu and Mala Sinha. The figure would be higher still if it included free reimaginings and spin-offs. There was a new one just last week: Katie Mitchell’s production of Ophelias Zimmer at the Royal Court. I didn’t love everything about the show – I’m minded to agree with Catherine Love, who argues that in attempting to free Ophelia from Shakespeare’s text Mitchell simply traps her in another kind of victimhood. But the piece will stay with me, particularly Alice Birch’s haunting and barbed text.
Hauntings have been on my mind, given that I’ve been watching a DVD recording of one of the most sharply inventive stagings of Hamlet I’ve ever encountered: the Wooster Group’s 2006 version. I saw it at the Edinburgh festival in 2013, and found it fascinating for how directly it dealt with the idea that none of us really experiences Hamlet for the first time. Repurposing the film recordings of Richard Burton’s 1964 Broadway version (itself directed by a supremely famous Prince, John Gielgud), the Woosters perform a reconstruction-cum-replay of that production, giving us glimpses of Burton, Kenneth Branagh, Ethan Hawke, and a battalion of other Princes besides. Part ritualistic seance, part exorcism, it was an absorbing meditation on the concept of artistic (un)originality, and channelled the spirits of numerous actors who have stepped into Richard Burbage’s buskins and played the Dane.
All of which means that I’m delighted to be taking part in an event celebrating the Wooster Group next Friday 3 June at the British Library, supported by Lift and the Library’s exhibition Shakespeare in Ten Acts. In the afternoon there’s a free screening of Hamlet, recorded at a previous performance, and at 6.30pm I’ll be joined on stage by Elizabeth LeCompte, Scott Shepherd and Kate Valk to talk about the show and how it came together (by watching VHS tapes of Jim Carrey in Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, among many other things). The Woosters aren’t often in London, so it’s an amazing opportunity to hear about how they work, rehearse and think. I do hope you can come. Tickets are available via the links below.
• Hamlet screening, British Library, 2pm, Friday 3 June [free]
• The Wooster Group in Conversation, British Library, 6.30pm, Friday 3 June
• Image: Scott Shepherd in Hamlet (© Paula Court, courtesy Wooster Group/British Library)
Friends occasionally tease me about living in Shakespeareland (Bardonia?), but recently I’ve started to wonder whether I have in fact relocated there full-time. It’s been a frenetically busy three weeks, a combination of the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death and the publication of Worlds Elsewhere in the US. I’ve been popping up all over the place – writing articles for a number of publications, presenting a radio documentary for Radio 4 and the World Service, and spending the last weekend in Stratford-upon-Avon as part of the BBC team covering the festivities, jostling among thousands of people wearing slightly scary Shakespearian face masks. I even got to hold the very same radio microphone as Rufus Wainwright. (So close, and yet so very far.)
Here’s a quick roundup of stuff I’ve been doing, in case you want to catch up on any of it:
I was also honoured to be invited to Moscow by the British Council, to give a talk at the Tretyakov gallery; I’m told there’ll be video of that online at some point.
Oh, and there was an extremely generous review of Worlds Elsewhere in the Wall Street Journal by none other than Jonathan Bate: “[a] beautifully written book … at once travelogue, history, literary analysis, and love song”. I might just retire.
• Image: a shop window in Stratford-upon-Avon. Terrifying, isn’t it
5 April is here at last – as of today, Worlds Elsewhere is now out in the United States, just in time for the 2016 Shakespeare anniversary!
I’m thrilled to be published by Henry Holt, who have even built a special website in the book’s honour; there you can download a PDF extract, as well as get hold of it in both hard copy and digital forms. Should you want to cut to the chase, here’s a link to buy in on Indiebound. (And here’s a link to some very nice things people have been saying about it.)
Holt will be running competitions and giveaways in the coming weeks, so stay tuned to my Twitter page. And if you want to join the conversation over at GoodReads, I’m answering reader questions – so ask away …
Oh, at this point I feel I should give another shout-out to Lucy Kim’s wonderful cover, with its backpacking Bard. I feel a meme coming on.
A couple of weeks back I took part in a panel debate on global Shakespeare at the LSE literary festival – you can download a podcast here – and someone came up afterwards and asked me if I’m doing any more events. The answer is: hell, yes!
I thought it might be useful (not least for, er, me) if I listed what I’m doing this summer and links to buy tickets, in case you happen to be in the area(s). That list is now on my brand-new Events page. More details as they’re confirmed. And please do say hi if you end up coming!
A friend was telling me recently about a game a friend of his – an extremely august literary scholar – used to play. It involved admitting which Shakespeare plays you’d consign to mere oblivion. My pal said his vote would go to A Midsummer Night’s Dream (all those fairies). Others, I’m sure, would be content for The Merry Wives of Windsor to disappear into Room 101.
Myself, I’ve always had a bit of an issue with As You Like It. It contains many beautiful things – that cross-dressed wooing scene! those gentle remembrances of Marlowe! – but it’s always struck me as a play awkwardly in transition. It’s fussily Elizabethan, full of quibbling, tongue-tripping wordplay, yet seems to point forward to the shadowy Jacobeanism of Hamlet and Twelfth Night. Structurally, it’s all over the place: to paraphrase Henry Ford, just one damn thing after another. And while I’m hardly the first person of either gender to fall for Rosalind, does the doggishly dull Orlando really deserve this smartest and most self-aware of Shakespearian heroines? Surely the couple would be consulting a marriage counsellor by the time they reached the end of the aisle.
Perhaps it’s just that I’ve never experienced a production that truly worked. A particular bugbear is that I never got to see what many British audiences regard as the finest As You Like It of all time, the classic 1961 version directed by Michael Elliott and starring Vanessa Redgrave. Created in that miraculous first RSC season, it’s gone down as the production that got everything right: superb cast, playful design (Redgrave sported smock and pedal-pushers), energetic direction, and a roustabout sense of mischief. More than one person has told me that Redgrave – following in the footsteps of her father, who played Orlando opposite Edith Evans at the Old Vic in 1936 – was the greatest Rosalind of all time, no debate. Certainly she caught the critics’ eyes: describing the instant when she released her hair from underneath her boyish cap, the reviewer J.W. Lambert frothed that it “tumble[d] like a flock of goldfinches into sunshine”. The director Tony Richardson was one of many who fell in love with her on stage: they married the following year. The rest of us have had little opportunity to follow suit.
Until last night.The BBC filmed the production for TV in 1963 under Ronald Eyre’s direction, slightly tweaking the cast and relocating it from Stratford to a studio in west London, and courtesy of the splendidly energetic John Wyver – who has masterminded a season of RSC on Screen currently at the Barbican – I finally got a chance to see the restored version, alongside a cinema-full of fans. Much as it pains me to admit the fans are right, they are. This must be one of the greatest As You Like Its ever created.
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A quick shout-out to a piece I wrote for the Young Vic theatre in London, on Macbeth and its multi-facetedness, which you’ll also find in the programme for Carrie Cracknell and Lucy Guerin’s new production.
Warning: contains flying witches. (The piece, not the show. At least I think.)
• What do We See when we see Macbeth? (Young Vic)