“‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’ he enquired politely.
‘No thanks!’ I said. You should have seen the look he gave me. Then he smiled, all white and spiteful. He smiled at me, Mr Shakespeare, my husband. Well, I ask you.”
Here is Shakespeare as you have never seen him – through the eyes of his wife, the plain-speaking, never quite tamed but not unloving shrew, writing in her secret book the true, no-holds-barred history of her with her husband whose work she could never be bothered to read. And especially, of the only time he invited her to London…
“A little masterpiece… funny, tender and highly memorable.”
“A fanciful, sidelong view of a mysterious, mismatched marriage that ends on a surprisingly tender note.”
“There is much sensual pleasure to be had from Nye’s writing. His Elizabethan London is vivid.”
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