I finished Julius Caesar, and I am into Antony and Cleopatra, allowing me to continue to rip off HBO's casting to make the performance in my head more familiar and easier to comprehend. I only read Othello, Romeo and Juliet, King Lear, A Comedy of Errors, Love's Labour's Lost, and Julius Caesar completely, having just waded into Antony and Cleopatra. I wasn't expecting Love's Labour's Lost to so completely defeat me. I learned that Shakespeare's tragedies that don't have teenagers in them are absolutely awesome stories. I also learned that if Shakespeare was here, right now, and he told me a joke, I would kick him in the codpiece and spit in his ruff.
This project doesn't really end here. Like knitting, which has become a daily relaxation, I'll be keeping up with the Shakespeare (though not to relax, just to feel a little smarter). I'm almost caught up to Mary in her reading of Shakespeare's plays, so we can discuss them at length again (which, as I said before, is kinda fun).
It's a nice thing to have now read enough of Shakespeare to feel confident enough to say I think some of his stuff is crap. It actually increases my love of Midsummer Night's Dream, Macbeth, Lear.
I learned to never read, listen to, watch, or countenance in any fashion, Love's Labour's Lost.
I hate that play.
-Mike
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