Harriet Walter as Prospero and Glenda Jackson as Lear redress Shakespeare’s gender imbalance

Russell T. Davies’s banal sanitisation of A Midsummer Night’s Dream is typical of modern censorship

Serial killer, misanthrope, misogynist — Richard III gives Ralph Fiennes plenty to work with

Did Shakespeare write a sequel to Romeo and Juliet? Compelling intertextual links suggest it’s possible

Dominic Dromgoole bids farewell to a lively decade at the Globe with a relaxed and tricksy Tempest

Phyllida Lloyd’s all-female Henry IV was not the politically correct muddle it might so easily have been

A hundred and fifty years after his death, John Clare remains the
greatest lyricist of country life

Our greatest living poet is a reminder to those in public life of the energy of intelligence created by the writing and criticism of poetry

“I cannot endure to read a line of poetry: I have tried lately to read Shakespeare, and found it so intolerably dull that it nauseated me. I have also almost lost my taste for pictures or music.” So wrote Charles Darwin, conceding that his mind seemed “to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts” causing “the atrophy of that part of the brain alone on which the higher tastes depend”.

Peter Ackroyd’s new biography shows that Charlie Chaplin was an incorrigible womaniser but a brilliant innovator