Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Folger Summer Institute at the Folger Shakespeare Library

“Shakespeare: From the Globe to the Global.” National Endowment for the Humanities. Folger Shakespeare Library. Folger Summer Institute, 2011. Photo Credit: Courtesy Folger Shakespeare Library.
I’m thrilled to announce that I’ve been accepted to this year’s Folger Summer Institute at the Folger Shakespeare Library. Twenty scholars from around the world will spend five weeks meeting with some of the best and brightest Shakespeareans in one of the premier Shakespeare research libraries.

This year’s title is “Shakespeare: From the Globe to the Global.” Habitual readers of Bardfilm will realize that the topic fits extraordinarily well with both my informal writing here and my more formal scholarship elsewhere.

To say that I’m looking forward to the institute is an understatement of almost-British proportions. This will be a remarkable, fruitful, exciting time, and I’m more grateful to the Folger Shakespeare Library than I can say for this exceptional and exceptionally-delightful opportunity.
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