Yesterday I went to see Titus Andronicus at the Globe with an old friend. I must admit, Titus isn’t a show I ever particularly wanted to see. I knew the plot slightly from my long-held enthusiasm for The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged) and from my friend Tom’s PhD on the play–he’s trying to work … Continue reading
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Perils of Titus
Yesterday I went to see Titus Andronicus at the Globe with an old friend. I must admit, Titus isn’t a show I ever particularly wanted to see. I knew the plot slightly from my long-held enthusiasm for The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged) and from my friend Tom’s PhD on the play–he’s trying to work … Continue reading
Enchanted Evening
The London of my imagination is a nighttime city, a city of twinkling lights reflected in the Thames, of old-fashioned lampposts, of warm windows full of laughing people glowing into dim streets. Sometimes it’s even like that in real life. One night I walk home from seeing a show at the Globe and I feel … Continue reading
The Apple
It is hot in London, hot-hot. Everywhere I walk are lobster-faced people, limbs sticky with sweat. Yesterday I walked home in the afternoon from Sunday lunch. I had walked there in the sun over Tower Bridge, mid-tourist season, the bridge clogged with hesitating crowds all wanting the same photo in the same spot, distracted by … Continue reading
