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...

Timon of Athens is okay; Troilus and Cressida is an interesting enough take on the Trojan War.
) in my opinion; Doctor Faustus is usually held up as his masterpiece, but the middle drags the whole thing down (Goethe's is my favourite take on that story, as totally incoherent as it is). My favourite Marlowe work is The Jew of Malta, which is delightfully nasty, and has an infectious energy to the proceedings (actually, the paper that I should be writing instead of posting here is a comparison of Jew with The Merchant of Venice, which, diabolically, will serve as my final paper for both my Shakespeare and Renaissance drama courses; yay for merging).