Today I completed reading Hilary
Mantel’s Man Booker prize winning ‘Wolf Hall’ (the excellence of which chips
away at a personal prejudice against their judgement) which I found an
interesting counterpoint to ‘A Man For All Seasons’, Robert Bolt’s play, studied
for my O-level English Literature and so still ingrained in my brain; the
latter portrayed Sir Thomas More as a bit of a hero and Thomas Cromwell as an
upstart and a villain, whereas Wolf Hall shows Cromwell’s humanity as well as
his ruthlessness and makes More out to be a bit of a pious hypocrite, which
only goes to show that while history is written by the victors, anyone can have
a go at historical fiction.
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