This book is more a book for lovers of Bryson's dry-witted prose style than for fans of Shakespeare, although I imagine if the two were able to meet, Will would want to buy Bill a pint... i think... really, if I take the book at it's core, then i guess really there is no way for me to know what Will would think of his biographer, nor anything else about the man, really. And anything I did think I knew, it mostly likely was the result of lies or wild conjecture. Considering the book is really about how we can't possibly know anything at all, it is pretty darn interesting and engaging.