This is going to be short and sweet since I’m pressed for time.
The historical figure I’d hang out with would be Richard III. No, it isn’t because I think he’s the best thing since sliced bread, but really…the poor man was treated horribly by history. I remember taking a Medieval England class in college and one of our debates (of which I always managed to take the side no one else did) was about Richard III. Was he a monster the way history depicted him, or innocent?
I went with neither. Seriously, we didn’t know this guy. We only have information based on the winning side’s version of events. What’s to say he wasn’t completely maligned? Or a little? We all know Shakespeare did a number on his legacy, but hello? Shakespeare wrote pretty much whatever Queen Bess wanted him to. Wouldn’t you if it meant getting a chance to perform in front of royalty? And keeping your head? Eh, that’s what I thought. You know, because those Tudors were so keen on using the chopping block.
I’d hang out with him for a few days, find out what kind of person he was and discover if he was the monster the Tudors painted him to be. Of course it would be in an atmosphere that meant I wouldn’t have to worry about losing my head, being burned as witch or anything like that. Maybe bring old Richard III to modern times and show him how to eat crawfish and drink beer. Then when he’s nice and drunk, ask him the truth. Then I could become a world-famous author of historical books.