| | Well, I finally got back to Hamlet. Several times, in fact--that thing just keeps giving... and when is Branagh's four-hour full text production going to come out on DVD, anyway? Shoot. I think I'd get a lot more out of it now than I did when I saw it in a tiny theater with two fidgety friends in '96.
I'm currently going through a lot of old British stuff--and by old I mean pre to early Medieval. Sort of hit and miss but I have a feeling it will warm up a bit as I get into later made-up stuff about Arthur and Co. In fact you can blame this current trend in my reading on Eugène Vinaver's "Malory: Complete Works," which preserves the original Middle English (or whatever it was) in all it's Elmer-Fuddish glory ("Lord God, I thanke The, for I am helyd of thys syknes!")--and which I still have to write something about, come to think of it. Well, you go read it for yourself in the meantime. |
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