A Triple Birthday!

Today good old Shakespeare turned 401, and I am 22! In addition, Emily, my friend and fellow ensemble member in The Marriage of Figaro, is 21 - 'tis most delightful! We've started dress rehearsals for said opera here at Samford - tonight's the first one, and I'm typing this as I sit in a corset, brocade skirt, matching bodice, and lace-trimmed ruffled cap - I'm living my 18th century dream. :) Here's a link to the Folger Shakespeare Library, if you're inclined to revel in some of the Bard's beauties: Folger Shakespeare Library.

And here's my favorite production of Figaro, from 1973 (it's in the original Italian, but ours is an English translation): 

Image: Much Ado About Nothing by Kinuko Y. Craft 

Henry Fielding's 310th Birthday!

Today, Henry Fielding, the great 18th century British novelist, turns 310. I've a deep appreciation for his clever works, which are replete with richly-formed characters; Joseph Andrews, Tom Jones, and Amelia are his three best-known tales. I highly recommend the audiobook of Joseph Andrews (unabridged and read by Rufus Sewell), and the audiobook of Tom Jones (an abridged version) read by Maurice West - both are available on iTunes, as is the audio drama version of Tom Jones starring Tom Conway as the titular character - it's very abridged, and old, but quite the charmer, much like Tom himself (the Fielding character, that is). To conclude, thank you, dear Lord, in Heaven, for giving us dear Henry to delight us with his wit and wisdom! :)

Image: The Interview between Tom Jones and Sophia Western (from this site - scoopnest.com)

Charlotte Brontë's 201st Birthday

Today, Charlotte Brontë, author of the classic novel Jane Eyre, is 201. To celebrate, here's one of my favorite film adaptations of said book - I came across it on YouTube.  It was produced by ITV in 1997, Samantha Morton plays Jane, and Ciaran Hinds is Mr. Rochester. Cozy up with a cup of tea (or whatever indulgent treat you prefer) and enjoy!

Happy Easter!

A blessed Easter to all of you - praise the Lord, Christ is risen! Here's my favorite encounter He had with one of His followers post-Resurrection; it's the moment when He meets Mary Magdalene, in John 20:11-18: 11 But Mary stood at the sepulchre without, weeping. Now as she was weeping, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre, 12 And she saw two angels in white, sitting, one at the head, and one at the feet, where the body of Jesus had been laid. 13 They say to her: Woman, why weepest thou? She saith to them: Because they have taken away my Lord; and I know not where they have laid him. 14 When she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing; and she knew not that it was Jesus. 15 Jesus saith to her: Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, thinking it was the gardener, saith to him: Sir, if thou hast taken him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.

16 Jesus saith to her: Mary. She turning, saith to him: Rabboni (which is to say, Master). 17Jesus saith to her: Do not touch me, for I am not yet ascended to my Father. But go to my brethren, and say to them: I ascend to my Father and to your Father, to my God and your God.18 Mary Magdalen cometh, and telleth the disciples: I have seen the Lord, and these things he said to me. 

(This is from the online edition of the Douay-Rheims Catholic Bible - here's the link: Douay-Rheims Catholic Bible). 

Image: Detail of Noli Me Tangere,  1440 - 1442, by Fra Angelico 

Casanova's 292nd Birthday

Today, in 1725, the legendary 18th century adventurer Giacomo Casanova was born. His memoirs, written in his declining years, serve as a fascinating first-hand account of European life during the age of Enlightenment, and give a glimpse into the mind of one of its most remarkable men. Inspired by his escapades, I've started work on a screenplay which tells the tale of a modern-day authoress who meets the ghost of Giacomo, and he whisks her back to 18th century Venice, where comedy ensues. To whet your appetites and celebrate this gentleman's natal day, I present a snippet of my piece rendered as prose (I avoided using the real dialogue so there wouldn't be any copyright issue to contend with later). Enjoy!

The night of the rehearsal dinner, I sat in my bedroom, flipping through a copy of Shakespeare's plays    which I'd brought (the English major's comfort food). From the room next door, I heard Mom. 
"Honey, should I add a few more feathers, or are these enough?"
"Probably not," came Dad's reply. "No use in giving yourself a headache."
"But it's an 18th century party!"
"I wouldn't do it, if I were you."
She's going to go full-on Marie Antoinette anyway, I mused. I patted my simple bun, pleased with a strategically nested small clump of pink rosebuds which matched my satin gown; understated elegance, as always. 
Just as I turned the page (Beatrice was eavesdropping on Hero and Ursula talking about her), I felt a hand lightly tap my shoulder. Startled, I glanced up into the face of a man in full 18th-century attire, powered hair and all. His dark eyes stared into mine; he smiled kindly. Wow, he's hot, I thought, before he spoke, turning my world totally inside out. 
He greeted me, I introduced myself and asked his name, and then he said he was Casanova. The actual guy. It was incredibly bizarre; I tried to be courteous, excused myself, and managed to dash into my parents' room. 
It had to be a bad piece of salami - or maybe memories of Will were getting to me. Or jet lag. Whatever, I wasn't about to let any of this weirdness ruin the evening ahead.