***2025 Lammy Award Finalist*'The best modern re-telling of Shakespeare since She's The Man' Jack Edwards, Esquire'Very funny... Its deeply felt pages flew by' GUARDIAN'Sexy, compassionate, uncommonly imaginative: I've never read anything quite like it' Oisín McKenna, author of Evenings and WeekendsLondon, 2014. Hal Lancaster – twenty-two, gay, Catholic, ...

RÍE AHORA. LLORA DESPUÉS.«Dos estrellas no pueden moverse en la misma esfera».Londres, 2014. Hal Lancaster, hijo y heredero de Henry, el duque de Lancaster, está estancado: su madre está muerta, su padre se va a morir o va a volver a casarse (o ambas cosas), sus hermanos y hermanas no dejan de pelearse, sus prácticas en la empresa de su tío no sirven para nada y nadie lo deja en paz.Todo es tal y como debería ser y, aun así, todo va...

Brought to you by Penguin.London, 2014. Hal Lancaster – twenty-two, gay, Catholic, chops lines of cocaine with his myWaitrose card – is the reluctant heir of his father Henry, the sixteenth Duke of Lancaster. Henry is half tyrant, half martyr, with an investment in his eldest son that has grown into an obsession. While Hal floats between internships and drinking sessions, Henry keeps him in check with passive-aggression, religious guilt, and a cruelty that Hal some...

LAUGH NOW. CRY LATER.Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere...It’s London, 2014, and Hal Lancaster, son and heir of Henry, Duke of Lancaster, is in a holding pattern: his mother is dead, his father is dying or remarrying or both, his siblings are fighting, his internship is pointless, and nobody will leave him alone.Everything is as it should be and yet nothing is right. Over the course of a year of partying, drinking, and flirting to dubious ...

Transposed into the early twentieth century, a nonentity named Shakespeare rails against poverty, mediocrity, and misunderstanding, in forgotten modernist Philip Owens’s brilliant, one-of-a-kind satire.Every year, there’s a new crop of sad, dirty poet boys coming up to the city without a penny to their names. In six months’ time, who on earth will remember these nobodies, with their so-called blank verse and their extravagant plots—this Marlowe, Kyd, and Will “Shak...