Katherine Duncan-Jones is a controversial but very engaging Shakespearean. We sense that she doesn't have much time for those bardolaters who present the man as anything other than the evidence strongly suggests he might have been: materialistic, miserly, homosexually inclined, misogynistic and, of course, a jack-of-all-trade genius who could please whatever audience he wanted. The thrust of Duncan-Jones' study is that Shakespeare was probably all of the above. So, like Jonson's Folio judgement on Shakespeare, Duncan-Jones is very much 'this side idolatry'.
If you know either of Duncan-Jones' editions in the Arden series (Shakespeare's Sonnets and, co-authored with HJ Woodhuysen, Poems) you might expect there to be insights and ingenuity aplenty. You would not be disappointed. Among other things, KD-J considers that the dialogue between Touchstone and William in AYL dramatises Shakespeare self-communing: the two characters represent the court entertainer Shakespeare had become and his younger self, helping to make AYL the author's 'most explicitly personal play'. Shakespeare's stance on religion (that provoker of much heated debate): 'indolence'. His non-attendance at church may well be explained, she argues, by his dislike of being bored by a tedious sermon while having to avoid creditors and pot-holes on the mile-long and muddy trudge from Henley Street/New Place to Holy Trinity.
Most shocking (and compelling) of all is the suggestion that Shakespeare, before or during his lodging in the licentious Turnbull Street, either contracted syphilis or believed he had. The dark palette of his later plays and Sonnets complements his shabby and sordid abode, while his partnership with the unsavoury George Wilkins during this period puts Shakespeare's 'misogynistic' works (like Sonnets and Troilus) in firmer context. While the former kicked the bodies of prostitutes, the latter blackened the image of women in print.
This series of autobiographical sketches presents very much the other side of the coin to that we have become used to seeing. According to Duncan-Jones, the swan of Avon may well have been very far removed from the 'gentle master Shakespeare' of our national mythologizing.