Monday, September 3, 2012

Suburbs of Our Discontent

First of all, I have to give a big shout-out to Michelle for doing all of the posts for the past two weeks while I refreshed my brain and drank avocaladas (could be so gross, but are so good) by the pool. No wonder Shakespeare liked collaborating.

Second of all, I've been thinking a lot about the RNC since I listened to all of Thursday night's speeches on the radio as we were driving away for the weekend. This means that I got to listen live to Clint Eastwood's bizarre--you can't call it a speech, but what then? a bad audition for a college improv group? an ad for LifeAlert?--let's just call it "old man antics." Since I didn't see it, I thought he might have had a cut-out of Obama up there that he was talking to, but, no, he was just talking to nothing. It was like he was taking something out of the King Lear playbook. In fact, it was exactly out of the King Lear playbook--as in Act 3, scene 6, when Lear did a mock-trial of his daughters by talking to an empty joint-stool. That didn't work out too well for him, Clint. Someone should have been paying better attention to the teacher....

                                                        King Lear: 1993, RSC at Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford

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