While this does not prove that literature makes all of us better, it does demonstrate how the plays of Shakespeare have made one man better -- and that man happens to be a convicted murderer with no hope for parole.
Everyone bemoans the remake, the bastardization of their memories, of something they hold dear. But times are constantly shifting, and our heroes cannot exist in a static universe. Without proper reinterpretation, would our pop icons still be relevant?
Given the chance to write any kind of book on literary culture, this Cambridge professor chooses dead, white male established figures, oh – and the Brontë Sisters (everyone’s token girl writers!). No boundaries broken here.
Much as we don't go to Las Vegas looking for a quaint bed-and-breakfast, we don't go to Rufus Wainwright looking for John Denver. It is drama we seek and drama we get -- emotional spectacle of the highest order.