With so many varied interests and hobbies, I often find myself going through cycles of focussing in on one of them at a time. One month I’m heavily steeped in studying ancient history, then Victorian literature, then Star Trek and other science-fiction, then The Lord of The Rings, etc. Right now, as you can probably tell by my avatar...it’s Shakespeare again.
I haven’t read every play (yet), so I’m taking the opportunity to catch up on those I haven’t. I started with Park Honan’s Shakespeare: A Life (which was excellent, by the way), then reread Romeo And Juliet...which for some reason I didn't enjoy quite as much as I did before; I hope I'm not getting too cynical, I'd hate that. Now, having finished Great Expectations for school, I have no more long reading responsibilities for the semester: let summer bookishness reign!
Cymbeline: This was one of the plays I hadn't read. One word: disappointing. I had been led to believe that while the plot left something to be desired, the writing was beautiful. Instead I found the reverse was largely the case; the writing apart from a few brief flashes of genius (such as one of the most beautiful funeral songs I've ever seen) is fairly limpid while the story, though not very well plotted, has a great deal of potential. Imogen was my favourite character (not a huge surprise), while frankly no one else made much of an impact. I'm not sorry I read it, nor was I even expecting it to be Shakespeare's best, but it was still a little disheartening. Maybe King Lear (which I've read before) will cheer me up.
I can't believe I just typed that last line...
I haven’t read every play (yet), so I’m taking the opportunity to catch up on those I haven’t. I started with Park Honan’s Shakespeare: A Life (which was excellent, by the way), then reread Romeo And Juliet...which for some reason I didn't enjoy quite as much as I did before; I hope I'm not getting too cynical, I'd hate that. Now, having finished Great Expectations for school, I have no more long reading responsibilities for the semester: let summer bookishness reign!
Cymbeline: This was one of the plays I hadn't read. One word: disappointing. I had been led to believe that while the plot left something to be desired, the writing was beautiful. Instead I found the reverse was largely the case; the writing apart from a few brief flashes of genius (such as one of the most beautiful funeral songs I've ever seen) is fairly limpid while the story, though not very well plotted, has a great deal of potential. Imogen was my favourite character (not a huge surprise), while frankly no one else made much of an impact. I'm not sorry I read it, nor was I even expecting it to be Shakespeare's best, but it was still a little disheartening. Maybe King Lear (which I've read before) will cheer me up.
I can't believe I just typed that last line...