A delightful melange of science fiction, historical drama, coming-of-age story, and enough Shakespearean deep cuts to warm the coldest dramaturg's heart. Cross has invented her own genre of Elizabethan-age steampunk ("humourpunk?" "Lizpunk?") to tell the secret origin story of the alchemically-created automaton who went on to become William Shakespeare. In so doing, she has crafted a moving meditation on one of the great paradoxes of the arts - that in seeking to understand what it means to be human, we turn to the works of creators who were awkwardly figuring it out themselves. A blast.
A delightful melange of science fiction, historical drama, coming-of-age story, and enough Shakespearean deep cuts to warm the coldest dramaturg's heart. Cross has invented her own genre of Elizabethan-age steampunk ("humourpunk?" "Lizpunk?") to tell the secret origin story of the alchemically-created automaton who went on to become William Shakespeare. In so doing, she has crafted a moving meditation on one of the great paradoxes of the arts - that in seeking to understand what it means to be human, we turn to the works of creators who were awkwardly figuring it out themselves. A blast.