I’ve received an e-mail from a retired literature professor who agrees that Shakespeare was a believing Catholic but whose view of the Catholic dimension of Hamlet differs radically from my own reading of the play, as given in my book, Through Shakespeare’s Eyes. Here’s my reply to the good professor, defending the honesty of the Ghost of Hamlet’s Father.
As promised, I’m offering my friends in the Inner Sanctum some post-Christmas misery. Well, what are friends for!!!
Continuing the practice of sharing my more interesting correspondence with those in the Inner Sanctum, here’s an interesting e-mail I’ve received from someone in Poland who has been translating many of my essays for publication in Polish online journals. It confirms the perennial relevance of Shakespeare.
As I write, I’m looking down from my upstairs office window at my wife as she tends to the chickens and ducks. She’s wrapped up warm, indicative of the chill turn in the weather. That said, and taking a quick look at the thermometer outside my office window, 47 degrees is hardly chilling, considering the time of the year. It’s just that the temperature has been nudging the 60s over the past few days.
I receive so many books from publishers and authors that there is simply no shelf-space in my home to accommodate all of them.
Although we’re technically, or liturgically, still in the Christmas Season right up until Candlemas (February 2), it’s still a little late to be talking about Christmas gifts.
It’s high noon on the second Friday of the New Year and another week is wending its way to a close. Truth be told, I am feeling greatly relieved that the huge mountain of backlogged work which awaited my return from the Christmas holidays and the travels which preceded it, is finally looking more manageable. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel or, to keep with the original metaphor, the summit is in sight!
I’m writing this nine pipers pipingly, according to the version of The Twelve Days of Christmas that I learned as a child, which is to say that it’s the ninth day of Christmas.
I have received an e-mail from a nun requesting information about the deeper symbolism of The Merchant of Venice. Her e-mail is below. My reply follows.
If a thing is worth doing at all, it’s worth doing badly.…