INTERVIEWER: Did you write all the plays yourself?
SHAKESPEARE: Yes.
INTERVIEWER: Can you prove it?
SHAKESPEARE: I could have, if the Globe hadn’t burned
down in 1613 and destroyed all the accounts.
INTERVIEWER: So you can’t prove it.
SHAKESPEARE: I could show you the house they bought. Except that got torn down after I died.
INTERVIEWER: So you can’t prove it.
SHAKESPEARE: Next question?
SHAKESPEARE: What is this “spelling” of which you
speak? I lived in an age when a man
like Christopher Marlowe could be called Marley, Morley and Merlin, and
everybody would still know you were talking about that hot-tempered kid from
Canterbury.
INTERVIEWER: Who was the Dark Lady of the Sonnets?
SHAKESPEARE: Her name was Audrey. I put her in As You
Like It, gave her a wooer named Will, and played the part myself. Got some big laughs in 1599, let me tell
you. But it started to go stale in
1600, so I rewrote it.
INTERVIEWER: Really?
What did you replace it with?
SHAKESPEARE: I can’t remember. But it got a laugh. And then when it didn't, I rewrote it again. Like a lot of the topical stuff, I had to rewrite it whenever it fell flat. The final version was in the master copy of
the script that burned up in the Globe fire.
INTERVIEWER: Did you do a lot of rewrites?
SHAKESPEARE: All the time. And I got paid for every one. Except Macbeth. That's why it's cursed.
INTERVIEWER: So what about that second-best bed?
SHAKESPEARE: You should have seen the third-best bed.
INTERVIEWER: Are you a Catholic?
SHAKESPEARE: Is anybody, really? Especially in America.
INTERVIEWER: So you are not
Catholic?
SHAKESPEARE: I was Church of England from my birth to my
dying day, because it was against the law to openly be anything else.
INTERVIEWER: And in private?
SHAKESPEARE: We didn’t have privacy back then. Not the way you have it here.
INTERVIEWER: Are you gay?
SHAKESPEARE: How can I be gay? I had one more child than Oscar Wilde.
INTERVIEWER: What’s the best biography you’ve ever read
about yourself?
SHAKESPEARE: That’s the thing. There hasn’t ever been a biography written about me—only novels using
my plays as a scaffolding upon which to hang my life.
INTERVIEWER: So what's the best one of those?
SHAKESPEARE: They're all crap.
INTERVIEWER: What about the worst one?
SHAKESPEARE: Oh that would have to be anything by Harold Bloom. I can particularly un-recommend his last
three exercises in fiction: Shakespeare
Had Nothing To Do With Theatre!, Hamlet Is A God Damn Poem, Not A Play!, and
Didn’t You Hear Me? I Said ‘Shakespeare was Not A Fucking Actor!’ Okay?
INTERVIEWER: If you had to write your own epitaph, what
would it be?
SHAKESPEARE: I did write my own epitaph:
INTERVIEWER: Oh, yeah, right, sorry. Okay, uh—well if you had to do something a
little more, uhm—
SHAKESPEARE: “Entertaining?” “Clever?”
INTERVIEWER: Twitterish.
SHAKESPEARE: You mean as if I were some kind of twit?
INTERVIEWER: No—something snappy and clever that can be repeated
endlessly by people who are incapable of being either clever or snappy.
SHAKESPEARE: Ah; okay.
Hmm. How’s this?
Here lies the
corpse of Billy Shakes,
A guy who always
got the breaks:
Kit Marlowe
knifed before his time,
Bob Greene a
stroke while in his prime,
Tom Nashe the
plague, Tom Kyd the rack.
This is the way
you raise a hack
From last place
to the top position—
Just murder all
the competition.
INTERVIEWER: One final question. What are you working on now?
SHAKESPEARE: A lawsuit to retrieve back royalties dating
from1900.
Happy 450th birthday, Mr. S.
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