Saturday, October 30, 2010
Shakespeare on Love
And there was another book, yesterday, that I left behind: a little gift volume called Shakespeare on Love, containing artwork along with snippets of his verse. The edition was a little tacky for my taste, all glitz and gold; but the inscription, signed by “Mom,” was as genuine as they come. She’d bought the book in Stratford-on-Avon for her daughter and son-in-law, or son and daughter-in-law, in memory of their wedding, and in giving it expressed the hope that the three of them would attend the theater there someday. She ended by wishing them the same happiness that had been so much in evidence on their wedding day in January 1999. Eleven years, almost. And a book that could easily outlast us all.
In the Forum: reading lists for the last three months.