Rodney Bolt’s book is not an attempt to prove that, rather than dying at 29 in a tavern brawl, Christopher Marlowe staged his own death, fled to Europe, and went on to write the work attributed to S
History Play: The Lives and Afterlife of Christopher Marlowe by Rodney Bolt.pdf (USD-0.00)History Play: The Lives and Afterlife of Christopher Marlowe by Rodney Bolt.epub (USD-0.00)History Play: The Lives and Afterlife of Christopher Marlowe by Rodney Bolt.doc (USD-0.00)History Play: The Lives and Afterlife of Christopher Marlowe by Rodney Bolt.txt (USD-0.00)History Play: The Lives and Afterlife of Christopher Marlowe by Rodney Bolt.mobi (USD-0.00)
did not like it
Few books have managed to disappoint me as much as this one has. The captivating premise of History Play–that Marlowe faked his death and wrote all the plays attributed to Shakespeare–belies its overly-pedantic treatment of Marlovian theory (an actual literary theory supported by several leading Elizabethan scholars).
The most interesting part of the book is its foreword, which wasn’t even written by Bolt, but instead by Mark Twain! It lists the facts we know definitively about the life of Will
I’m still struggling to understand the premise behind this book, and I can only conclude that Rodney Bolt, an accomplished historian, is a fiction writer manque. The story is wonderful, really compelling, lovely, and if – like me – the topless towers of Ilium have haunted you since you read your first Marlowe, one you want desperately to believe in. It’s a copiously footnoted account of how the wonderful, raffish Kit Marlowe ‘wrote’ all Shakespeare’s plays, wasn’t stabbed in a tavern duel, and l
And then … you read the footnotes and realise the the main source for all this wonderful historical research is a fake. He’s a character made up by Bolt to carry the veracity of this story and frankly, the whole conceit of the book hinges on this stinking fish of a false historical personage and as a result, the boook stinks too.
Why would anybody want to read a book that isn’t historical fact, nor honest fiction, but a self-serving melange of the two? I did read it, right to the end, but I think I wasted my time: I couldn’t trust a single word in it to be factual and yet I never felt that it worked as an imaginery narrative.
Don’t bother reading it if veracity matters to you, and if you read it for entertainment I guarantee you’ll put it down after a couple of chapters, because the style is textbook dull.
After the most amazing foreword I’ve ever read (check the book out for the foreword alone. I’m totally serious), I was really let down by the rest of the book. It just got so bogged down in the details that I couldn’t even get to the meat of the author’s argument (that Shakespeare is really Marlowe, his death faked due to royal espionage) before I gave up on the book. Really dissappointing.