Shelved in the fiction section, this faux-memoir is author Arthur Phillips’ fifth novel. I haven’t read any of his other work, but I have to say I am intrigued. Sometimes I feel like my book reviews of book reports; but, I don’t care if no one reads them. They keep me reading paper and ink books.
Quickly, styled as an introduction to a new to the modern world work of the Bard Himself, The Tragedy of Arthur follows Arthur Phillips through the harrowing journey of publishing the play. As you are holding it in your hands, you know how that plays out-and so does Phillips.
Phillips employs a style that is both dazzling and mind-boogling. The whole time I was so confused by the author/character dichotomy that I almost missed some plot points. I also think some of the story line is too far to be a part of the realistic life Phillips is attempting to pay.
I haven’t yet read the Tragedy of Arthur, the play ‘by’ Shakespeare (whose existence outside the literary world I am still not sure about) but hopefully I will get to it this week and report back.
I would give this a 3.5 out of 5-certainly not the best thing ever written ever but it wasn’t a dull, waste of time either.