Bob Smith (3) (1941–)

In questo racconto intimo e stimolante, Smith dice che le parole e le idee possiedono la capacità di guarire e trasformare una vita, non importa quanto terribili e dolorose siano le circostanze, usando come prova la sua infanzia difficile e la sua età adulta produttiva. Qui, il balsamo letterario è l'opera di Shakespeare. Il libro si apre con la morte di uno dei membri di un gruppo di anziani che si riunivano regolarmente a Manhattan per leggere le commedie del Bardo con Smith come capo. Smith mostra immediatamente la sua abilità letteraria mentre cattura l'umanità dei suoi studenti. Quella sensibilità gli serve bene quando scrive della sua famiglia disfunzionale (una madre traumatizzata, un padre distratto e una sorella disabile), rivelando i propri difetti con chiarezza mentre cerca di capire il suo posto nella loro vita e nel mondo. Smith assume abilmente il ruolo di osservatore e cronista durante i suoi ironici ricordi della sua giovinezza sottosopra, mentre esamina anche come le famiglie possano danneggiare emotivamente i bambini con mezze verità e abbandono ben intenzionati, poiché i parenti lo fanno sentire in qualche modo responsabile per la sorella. handicap. Alcuni dei passaggi più dolorosi arrivano durante il disfacimento della salute di sua madre mentre suo padre è in guerra, gravando ulteriormente il giovane Smith nella cura della sorella sempre più problematica. Sia che Smith stia descrivendo sua zia alcolizzata, sua nonna dispettosa o i suoi studenti anziani, la sua capacità di destreggiarsi tra umorismo e dolore non viene mai meno. In tutto questo libro trionfante, l'ombra di Shakespeare incombe e Smith trova un significato nelle commedie per riscattare la sua esistenza quotidiana, diventando infine il comò di Amleto allo Stratford Shakespeare Festival, dove si diletta nel funzionamento del teatro e incontra Katharine Hepburn, Jessica Tandy e altri. I lettori di memorie veterani troveranno questo libro avvincente, rinfrescante e toccante.… (meer)

There were parts of this book I devoured and other parts I had to make myself plow through. When Bob was at the senior centers reading Shakespeare and the parts about his sister Carolyn, those were the parts I enjoyed. Shakespeare truly made Bob's life whole, and at a young age. He gets a job at the Shakespeare festival in his hometown of Stratford, CT, where he becomes Hamlet's dresser. He is enthralled with the inner workings of the drama and watches every performance. At home, he seems to be Carolyn's only ally, but when she gets sent to a home, he abandons her. That part was hard to read. Bob meets many famous people during his time with Shakespeare plays, it is always great to read a good Katherine Hepburn story. Shakespeare not only transforms Bob's life, but the people he shares the plays with in the senior center are transformed as well. That is by far the most rewarding part of the book.… (meer)

[Hamlet’s Dresser] by [[Bob Smith]]

I listened to this on audio, read very ably by the author. This is a memoir that covers Smith’s difficult childhood which was dominated by the care for his developmentally disabled sister, his salvation by Shakespearean theater, and his role in teaching Shakespeare to older adults in Senior Centers in New York City. Somehow it all works together beautifully.

I thought that Smith was a good writer, and there are many Shakespeare quotations, which are so amazing. The book really highlights how Shakespeare can reach across the centuries to be totally relevant to our lives and relationships today.

I loved Smith’s descriptions of the older adults he taught. For example, Joe:

“Joe was in the first group of seniors I worked with over on Ninth Avenue. He’d grown up eighty years earlier in a tenement with a bunch of older siblings. By the end of the century he was the only one left. Joe loved me from the start. He’d bring me apples or an orange. He’d shove broken cookies and bus transfers into my jacket pocket.
“I saw Maurice Evans as Richard the Second,” he said. “It must be fifty years or more. Did Richard deserve the bad things that happen?”
Joe wanted the world to be a finer place than he’d fever found it. Despite no formal education past grammar school he spent most of his time rewriting the great thinkers. He’d reconstructed Dante and Rousseau. Every week when I gave him the play copy, he’d hand me a stained beat-up notebook or a frayed twenty-five-year old vanity press paperback.
“Tell me what you think, Professor?”
The rewrites were all pretty much the same. He’d fastidiously refocus facts to take out pain. Extracting the stinger from Goldsmith or Voltaire, what he kept was a dull, no-fault world where everyone gets home before dark. Joe was a tender guy. When we’d get to the inevitable viciousness in the Shakespeare he’d excuse himself to hide in the bathroom; when we got to the sadness he’d weep so pitifully that anyone near would be compelled to put his arm around him.”… (meer)