I have a strange relationship with King Lear. A few years ago I read it in conjunction with Oedipus Rex and found that in comparison, Shakespeare's play was positively uplifting. Now I'm much less convinced.
Yesterday evening, Jeff and I attended a preview performance of King Lear by the Seattle Shakespeare Company, invited by Jeff's friend Charley (whose errant typography inspired the title of this entry). I don't pretend to be a theater critic, but in my opinion, the performance was stunning in all regards.