I finished it last night, and I'm still thinking I'm living in Elizabethan London. WS came through as a very likable man, a normal human being with his fears, passions, business relations, etc. Although Burgess's prose is very "sixties", I didn't think it was difficult to follow, except perhaps at the beginning. The mixture of XX Century's vanguardist style with archaic terms worked very well, although I had to recur to the dictionary very often. I learned many words I'll never use!!
I recently watched the movie "Anonymous", which puts forward the old theory that WS didn't write his works, but the Earl of Oxford did. The movie is quite good, although I think the theory is just bogus. Most certainly the movie writers read this book and elaborated upon it, but played down the role of HW.
Am I wrong or "Nothing like the Sun" portrays WS as bisexual? Or was his relationship with HW only the product of, first, interest, and then friendship?
A big, welcome byproduct of this book: I read or re-read several of WS's sonnets, fragments of plays, as well as works by Marlowe, Jonson and others mentioned, out of Harold Bloom's "Best Poems of the English Language".
Just some random thoughts on this book, while I wait for your comments.
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