I had my Kings of Britain class yesterday. It was fun, although it was hard to decide whether the material or the people-watching was more fascinating. There were thirty of us--probably three of us under age forty--sitting in a big circle of tables, discussing fact versus truth and the historical merit of "legendary histories" and whether the book was exciting or boring and why the heck ancient Britain and the King Arthur story is so well-beloved in the first place. Good English-classy stuff to discuss.
But the people: the guy who knew everything and pompously threw in dates and names extraneous to our text just because he could, the couple who was about to make a visit to Roman England and wanted some solid background, the sweet elderly lady next to me who seemed happy that I too got quite lost in the myriad names and battles throughout the book, the twenty-something girl who looked like she had wandered away from a medieval festival somewhere, the eager-but-timid woman who found the courage to say she in fact didn't like King Arthur (so there)...very entertaining. Apparently many of them are coming back next time for Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Bring it on.
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