Eight years ago, I had the pleasure of playing Miranda in a local production of The Tempest. It was a hot summer, I was newly in love, and I thrilled at the magic of both the story and the stage; I couldn't tell you if I made a very good Miranda, but I felt the connection to her and, as such, had a wonderful time. Since then, that play has stayed as one of my favorites, even as my understanding of the depths of the story has changed. I'm aware there are several novels that toy with the story, but I never had the time for any of them, until I saw Hag-Seed for sale. Of all of the reinventions of Shakespeare's seemingly-easy magical comedy that is, in fact, wildly complex, I trusted Margaret Atwood to do it right. And my trust was not misplaced. Felix, a once-great artistic director of a theatre festival, sits in a hovel on a cold Canadian farm and dreams of vengeance against his foes, all while conjuring hallucinations of his lost daughter, Miranda. An opportunity to teac...