ABSTRACT
“What-what!” as King George III likes to exclaim, when sane. What fun to see at last Alan Bennett’s witty tragedy, or tragi-farcical-political-historical-medical-satirical-regal comedy, The Madness of George III. I don’t quite go along with those who feel that Mr. Bennett has written a savage satire of English life and royalty (or politicians and other clowns and impostors). He can be lethal, but quacks and clergy and kings are in Mr. Bennett’s British blood, and affection is his unmistakable tone, even for things he satirizes, even for England.
