Yesterday, when our good friends at The Morning News linked to this article in the London Observer, which reports that the Royal Shakespeare Society “aims to prosper with Tempest videogame,” I was stupefied. Flabbergasted. And very, very curious, about which aspects of the play might become interactive, about what that interaction might look like, and about what pornographic imaginary drove the article’s author to suggest that “n the privacy of a player’s bedroom, the monstrous Caliban could perhaps win the hand of the fair Miranda for the first time.”
Then late last night, as I was falling asleep, it suddenly dawned on me that I’d been had. I’d been got, in fact, by an ingenious April Fool’s joke. I mean, please: how gullible am I?
So this morning, I googled [tempest videogame] to see what I came up with, and lo, the article was still there. Dated March 30. Not an April Fool’s prank at all.
And now I don’t know what to think.