Just clicked ‘send’ on an article entitled “Title Page Engravings and Re-Ordering the Quartos of A Game at Chess“. It is scheduled to be published in the XLX 2011 issue of Research on Medieval and Renaissance Drama. Quite the little monster – 9600 words plus endnotes, and features eight full page 17th century engravings. I expect there will be some more pre-press adjustments to be made, but I’m excited. Now on to the Henry VIII edition proposal, and the essay for Envisioning REED.
But first a bit of dinner, then back to reading Knight of the Burning Pestle for tomorrow’s class.
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Skiles Breezeway or Blackfriars Theatre?
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This week I’m teaching Francis Beaumont’s The Knight of the Burning Pestle as part of my English 1102 course on London City Comedy. The play is usually identified as a breakthrough Early Modern parody (of other plays like The Shoemaker’s Holiday and The Four Prentises) and one of the first English plays to break the fourth wall. It is also a very challenging read, since at any time there are some three interweaving plot lines – not to mention the added noodle-twist of trying to imagine a boys acting company playing both cast and planted audience members. [Read more…] about Skiles Breezeway or Blackfriars Theatre?
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I’ve gone compartmental
Sunny Sunday morning. The temperature is finally dropping below 80. And the leaves are changing. I still can’t get used to autumn in the south … No outdoors for me, though. The lists and stacks and deadlines just grow and loom. It’s not enough that there are seventy-five wiki entries waiting for me to grade them; a thirty-five page article accepted by ROMARD needs to be edited and resubmitted in ten days (thanks for reminding me – have to contact the Newberry and request permission to use their title page from A Game at Chess in the article). [Read more…] about I’ve gone compartmental
Contemplation
The sky in Atlanta this morning is a clear vivid blue – the kind of sky that will always remind me of the days and weeks after 9/11, when it seemed that the attack on the Twin Towers had triggered some weird natural response. There was no rain, there were no clouds. The only airplane trails in the sky belonged to the fighter planes circling Manhattan. I could see them out of my office on the 13th floor of the HBO building facing the East River. [Read more…] about Contemplation