Year of the King: An Actor's Diary and Sketchbook
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Very good read. Sher is an excellent writer, and the book is sprinkled with his drawings of characters in Richard III and at the Royal Shakespeare Company where the 1984 production in which he played the titular role was staged. The diary covers the period from before he was asked to the opening. It is filled with the usual things that this genre contains: the actor comes to grips with this immense character he or she is playing, wry or despairing accounts of rehearsals, and usually a triumphant conclusion to the process. At one point Sher bumps into Branagh, who is doing his first Henry V for the RSC. It's a mildly entertaining encounter for the omniscient reader. When the Sher book appeared over 30 years ago, he didn't know that Branagh too had been keeping a diary and would shortly release an early autobiography.
Sher is self-deprecating in a charming, unbelievable way. The protagonist of a book like this is not always good company, but Sher manages to seem like the kind of guy you would like to hoist a pint with. He takes a very interesting vacation with his family in South Africa, still (1983) in the grip of apartheid. Sher has an acute, gimlet eye for the telling detail about his homeland. One understands why he felt driven to leave, and how conflicted being there even for a few weeks makes him.
He is also unsparing about the neuroses that are universal in his profession: all of the Richard actors and staff are alternately nervous, terrified, arrogant, humble, you name it. I think when audiences see the finished product they are inclined to think that it arrived in front of them like Athena from Zeus' head, fully formed and gleaming in armor. Not so. It takes a temporary village to make a play, and like any village, it has its good times and bad. Sher's Year of the King is probably most interesting to those of us who work in theatre, but I heartily recommend it to any who attend as a good glimpse at what happens before they settle into their seats and unfold the programs.
Sher is self-deprecating in a charming, unbelievable way. The protagonist of a book like this is not always good company, but Sher manages to seem like the kind of guy you would like to hoist a pint with. He takes a very interesting vacation with his family in South Africa, still (1983) in the grip of apartheid. Sher has an acute, gimlet eye for the telling detail about his homeland. One understands why he felt driven to leave, and how conflicted being there even for a few weeks makes him.
He is also unsparing about the neuroses that are universal in his profession: all of the Richard actors and staff are alternately nervous, terrified, arrogant, humble, you name it. I think when audiences see the finished product they are inclined to think that it arrived in front of them like Athena from Zeus' head, fully formed and gleaming in armor. Not so. It takes a temporary village to make a play, and like any village, it has its good times and bad. Sher's Year of the King is probably most interesting to those of us who work in theatre, but I heartily recommend it to any who attend as a good glimpse at what happens before they settle into their seats and unfold the programs.