This is another of the books that I tackled so that you can run far away from it into the end zone.
I kept trying this book on and off throughout the summer. It took a long time because there were always books that were better, more gripping, and more attuned to the Shakespeare vibe I hope for in a work of modern Shakespearean fiction.
Too Too Solid Flesh takes us to a future in which all the acting is done by androids—and most of the audience appears to be androids as well.
There's also a murder. Someone high up in the echelons of those who program . . .
You know what, never mind. It doesn't matter, and I didn't pay that close attention.
We have an android Hamlet and an android Horatio (only he's actually a human disguised as an android to investigate the murder).
Here are the only two pages I thought interesting enough to pass along. At one point, they conjure up android (or possibly hologram) Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman—just to have a chat with them.
Later, Shakespeare himself shows up. Well, an android version of him does. Here's what happens when he does:
As you can see, there's just not much here. Steer clear.