Hamilton: The Revolution

If you know me, you know I've been obsessing over Hamilton for the past five or six months. I don't know how it started, exactly, this relationship. I remember reading about a play—a musical; I love musicals—that had cast POC as American historical figures, but it took me a while to stop and listen to the OBC recording itself. I mean, I love musicals, but I don't like American History—I didn't, at the time. The idea was innovative, all right, but it wasn't until I accidentally heard The Schuyler Sisters in a playlist that I decided to stop and listen to the soundtrack. It was love at first listen, I think. It was different from anything I had experienced till then. And here we are now: reading about it and looking around for John Laurens' biographies. Well.

If you're into it, Hamilton: The Revolution is a great book. Knowing what happens backstage, knowing how everything was done is a particular pleasure of mine—I believe I've spent many hours watching special material on Attack of the Clones, and it isn't even good—, and it's really nice if what you're reading about is how one of the greatest musicals of the century was arranged. Besides, Lin-Manuel Miranda is probably my favourite person in the world right now, and the sentiment grows as I read more and more about him—ah! and his notes are great, too.