With an explosion of tarmac, Leicester City Car park erupts and Richard III crashes from his lost tomb to meet the character who has ruined his reputation: History – the record keeper who doesn’t always have their mind on the task.
Richard believes he has risen from the grave to heaven with an unstained conscience, and the awkward task falls to History (sorry History)- to tell the Undead King that all is not as he imagines.
As Richard challenges, History admits they have their own doubts. They’re often revered as the bearer of truth. Yet, their perspective is skewed. History overlooks people and stories.
Philippa Gregory’s Richard, My Richard is a passionate, tender portrait of man in his time, surrounded by the women who determine his fate. Funny, poignant and underpinned by the facts of the past, Richard’s secrets may have died with him, here he rises up to tell us the story, his story, History.