I hate writer Erin Whitney for little fault of her own aside from the gaping wound that she has rent into my soul with the opening lines of her Huffington Post piece announcing the release of the latest trailer for Macbeth, as performed by Michael Fassbender.
“Imagine Game of Thrones with Michael Fassbender speaking Shakespearean. Then you’ve got Macbeth.”
Her approach is entirely justified for a generation(s) that did not grow up on the works of William Shakespeare but instead find themselves immersed in the worlds of George RR Martin and the like.
But it is in pointing out this sad fact—sad to me, at least—that Ms. Whitney has earned my enmity. With all due respect to Mr. Martin, it is his works that should be defined in Shakespearean terms, even if only from a chronological perspective (taste is personal).
[I would also argue that a better parallel is made with either the British or American versions of House of Cards, but that is beside the point.]
Please do not take my condemnation and enmity personally, Ms. Whitney. It is not entirely your fault that you tripped this social and literary landmine.
If, however, I might make one recommendation: Get thee to a Shakespearean festival!
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Some North American Shakespearean festivals (not a comprehensive list):
Stratford Festival (Stratford, ON)
Bard on the Beach (Vancouver, BC)
Shakespeare by the Sea (Halifax, NS)
Shakespeare in the Parking Lot (New York, NY)
Folger Shakespeare Library (Washington, DC)
Chicago Shakespeare Theatre (Chicago, IL)
Shakespeare for all time (more comprehensive list with links)