Last week I was visiting my sister in Ohio where she was graduating from her med program. We found out that our flight was delayed by a few hours so we decided to make the most of it and see some of Cleveland.
We stopped by the house where Superman’s was born: 10622 Kimberly Ave. Jerry Siegel invented the Man of Steel in this house back in 1932. I love me some Cavill puppy eyes but the original will always win in a fight.
We also found some amazing cultural gardens in Rockefeller Park. Since they were culture, and books have been a part of every nation’s culture since waaaaaay back, naturally I found some old friends. Ahhh, gotta love the smell of literature in the morning.
Good old, depressing Goethe. Famous for “The Sorrows of Young Werther”
Pondering Dante, of (in)famous acclaim around the world.
Multi-tasking! Reflecting the sun’s rays and Virgil’s works
Harper Lee’s second, and last novel Go Set A Watchman was received with mixed reviews by the critics. My favorite part had to be what made others cringe the most. The complete deconstruction of the one character most near and dear to our hearts, Atticus Finch. Over time, Atticus has become the epitome of a great father and a just and fair lawyer. Lee takes this man who so many have put on a pedestal, and through Scout’s eyes, bring that pedestal crashing down on all of us.
Just like Scout, we had to come to terms with the fact that no man, not even Atticus Finch, is perfectly just, perfectly good. To hold anyone on a pedestal like that is a form of worship, not admiration, and worshiping humans is a dangerous thing.
While I, ever the cynical one, could see the “fall from grace” a long time coming, it took Uncle Jack’s unnervingly winding conversations with her to get her to realize that it’s OK. Everyone has their own opinions and they may be right, they may be wrong, or they may just be different from your own, but that does not mean you have to cut them out of your life for having those opinions. You choose the battles you fight. You don’t choose the battles for you likelihood of winning, you choose them for the benefit of those voiceless whom you choose to represent.
Interestingly enough, Lee’s novel was released amidst intense controversy over the Confederate flag & several celebrated pro-slave historical statues around the USA. A considerable piece of that argument had to do with why the Civil War even happened. Was it just to preserve slavery? Or was there another reason that so many in the South chose to fight and die by the swords of their brothers in the North?
While the country fought over whether these symbols were actively encouraging acts of racism and discrimination or simply relics of the Civil War and Southern Pride, Scout Finch and Uncle Jack fought over the after-effects of the South losing that war and the reality that Atticus was NOT color-blind as Scout claims to be. I must admit, while at first, I strongly sided with those calling for the removal of the Confederate flag and statues from their government building, after reading Go Set A Watchman, I really understood the other side’s argument–or what it should have been, anyways.
I agree with the critics, it will not be a classic like To Kill A Mockingbird. But it was one hell of a good read.
This Thursday I went to my very first theatre performance that wasn’t held in a school auditorium–it was held in a cinema… lol! The National Theatre Live broadcast of Hamlet, starring Benedict Cumberbatch as young Hamlet, was playing in my local movie theatre and I jumped on the opportunity to watch it. Because, really, what’s better than popcorn and a play?
(Scroll to the end for a message from Benedict Cumberbatch!)
Benedict Cumberbatch is Hamlet
The creative decisions in set design and wardrobe stood out in the play. Both Hamlet and Ophelia were often dressed in Mad Men-era clothing, Ophelia had an old-school SLR strapped to her neck almost the whole length of the play, telephones were often used by the ensemble in the backdrop, and Horatio looked quintessentially hipster all the way through, flaunting his beanie and spider web elbow tattoo. And Gertrude’s dresses!! To die for. Simply stunning.
Classic Shakespearean dress was usually used either in jest or during the play Hamlet holds within the play. Unlike the abominable 1996 screen adaptation Romeo + Juliet, these additions were subtle instead of garish. An interesting but overall appealing visual production.
Now I start raving. Ready?
OMG, I ALMOST DIED AT THE END OF ACT I!! Right before the intermission, Ciarán Hinds as King Claudius makes this bone-rattling speech about his plans for Young Hamlet, how he’s sent him off to England only to be killed on orders from the King. And right at the apex of his speech, before the curtain falls, there’s a loud boom that shakes the room and the stage erupts in what looks like black gunpowder and ash, exploding onto stage from stage right. I thought for sure that the director had deviated from the script and was implying that Claudius had blown up the ship instead of having Hamlet quietly killed. In the world we live in, honestly, it would have been an extremely powerful and relevant adaptation of the murder plot. It would have immediately labeled King Claudius as the ultimate terrorist in our minds. But, alas, ’twas not to be.
End of Act I: Shit goes down
‘Twas better. When the curtain rose at the beginning of Act II, I couldn’t stop grinning at the pure genius of it all. I had expected the black dust to have been cleaned up and pushed off stage during intermission. Instead, the whole second act was held among mountains and mountains of the stuff. Chairs were haphazardly toppled to the sides as if thrown from the explosion and the cast walked upon the ashes, oblivious to it. The dark debris was a symbol of the shattered state of mind every character is living in through the end of the play. Brilliant. Beautiful. Tragedy. It was perfect.
Okay, now that I’m done raving about that… let’s talk about the acting! I thought I would be fangirling over Benedict Cumberbatch the whole time–and he was brilliant!–but several other characters stood out as well.
Ciarán Hinds as King Claudius was amazing. His repentance attempt is still replaying in my mind; i felt so badly for Hamlet when he decided against killing Claudius in that moment, especially when Hinds delivered the lines “My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go”. Sian Brooke’s Ophelia brought me to tears as she wandered off to her death. Her sorrowful song… 😥 However, the resemblance to Zoe Deschanel was so strong that it took me a while to figure out they weren’t one and the same.
Cumberbatch playing with toy soldiers
Finally, we come to Mr. Cumberbatch. I thought he was over-doing some of his dialogues in the beginning–he would randomly start shouting at the top of his lungs and I couldn’t understand why–but as the play took in its own rhythm, so did he, it seems. Now, I’ve read Hamlet but I never found very much humor in it except for the occasional jab at the dim-witted Polonius. Cumberbatch, however, did a marvelous job of finding humor where I would never have seen it. He had the audience both in theatre and in cinema in an uproar at times. His every monologue was a thing to behold. The desperation in his eyes during “To Be or not To Be”, his rage while delivering his plans for revenge against Claudius while Claudius is kneeling to pray, the aching in his speech of his love for the now-dead Ophelia; the acting feels so true you can see nothing else in those moments. When scenes weren’t as intense though, something I couldn’t help but notice was that he was sweating… A LOT. It was kind of gross. He’d soaked through his shirt halfway through Act I and I’m pretty sure the new shirt he changed into was some crew guy’s from behind the scenes… lol.
As with every new actor’s performance of Hamlet, the question on everyone’s mind is “How will he interpret Hamlet’s state of mind?”. Some argue that the grief of his father’s death caused him to go mad, others choose to believe that he steadily goes mad over the course of the play, and others still argue that it was, as Hamlet tells his mother and friends, all a ruse–that he is perfectly in control of his wits. I think Cumberbatch chooses to leave that question just as vague in his acting as it is in the play. He does this with such skill, though, that the character doesn’t feel incomplete or confused, instead he feels deep. It’s like he says to Guildenstern:
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me. You would seem to know my stops. You would pluck out the heart of my mystery. You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. And there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak? ‘Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.
At times Hamlet seems completely in control of himself–mostly seen this way in his monologues with a few exceptions–while other times worries us with strange acts of irrationality. And one will follow the other, there is no steady decline into madness, just enough of a randomness to keep us as involved as the other characters in trying to figure out if he’s gone mad or not. A stellar performance by Benedict Cumberbatch, without a doubt.
Did you catch your city’s showing of Hamlet? If so, what are your thoughts on the end of Act I? Let me know in the comments!
P.S. Dear Reader, please donate to http://www.savethechildren.co.uk/hamlet to support the aid efforts of Save The Children for the Syrian refugees. This is a request straight from the mouth of Mr. Cumberbatch, given at the end of the NT Live performance. Thank you.
Paula Hawkins’ The Girl on the Train is as eerie and unsettling as the blackouts we experience with Rachel, the main character. Hawkins’ novel plays with unreliable narratives, shifting POVs, and time skips to amplify the book’s building suspense. A true crime novel has a red herring or two and The Girl on the Train has several.
I wasn’t a huge fan of how Rachel would often describe events in the passive tense. Granted, it was a clever little way to express Rachel’s passivity and sadly pathetic state–i just didn’t love reading it all the time. Especially when it popped up in stressful, action-packed moments of the novel.
Like Red Queen I didn’t see the ending coming. UnlikeRed Queen I was pleasantly surprised after the reveal. The clues were all there but carefully couched in trivial details, unsuspecting, waiting to come to the forefront like those optical illusions where the image is revealed only after you’re told what you should be seeing.
And the very last few pages of the book…HAUNTING.
I’d give it a solid 4 stars. Gone Girl was better. 😉
“She’s missing. Jess is missing. Megan is missing. Since Saturday… I grabbed my bag and got to my feet and ran out of the library, into the road, right into the path of a black cab.” -The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins
“I scan the carriage, I wipe the steamy window with my elbow and stare out. He’s standing on the edge of the platform in the rain, the man from Saturday, watching me as I go past.” -The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins
“I stopped dead as I looked into the darkness… I could see myself a few meters in [the underpass], slumped against the wall, my head on my hands, and both hands smeared with blood.” -The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins
“I run to the bottom of the garden, down towards the tracks. Dead end…I can feel the vibrations from the tracks in the fence behind me–the train is almost upon us, it sounds like a scream.” -The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins
I haven’t really been to a Barnes & Noble in about 4 years. And all my readers out there know that I don’t mean I haven’t been inside one in 4 years. I haven’t sat for hours in a deliciously soft leather couch, with a sweating Java Chip Frap in one hand and a hardcover in the other, flipping through page after chapter after book to the tune of a soft banjo playing an indie beat through the speakers. Sounds amazing, right?
Well, after 4 years, and a really crappy day at work, I drove over to the nearest Barnes & Noble and treated myself to that special “me-time”. I bought a lot of books that day… lol. Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard was one of them.
I was drawn in by a promising beginning and an amazing reference from abookutopia on Youtube. She claimed it had one of the biggest plot twists she’d ever stumbled onto so I was intrigued.
The middle turned out to be ok. There were lots of awkward situations where I felt distant from the main character. It bothered me that she was placed in such an incredibly powerful position but instead of taking advantage of it, making friends of those around her (she’s not anti-social like Katniss), she instead chooses to skulk around and live in a state of perpetual fear. Yes, we’re seeing more “strong, female protagonists” in books these days, but why do they all have to be so…detached? Can’t we have a strong, female protagonist that uses charm to her advantage in difficult situations that she’s facing? Am I reaching for the stars?
Sadly, I knew about halfway through that I was going to be given a terrible ending. At least that met my expectations! 😦 I think the author lost touch of her characters’ personalities in her scramble to give us a plot twist. A good reader knows that anything is fair game if the characters no longer seem to be who they were at the beginning of the book… #disappointed
But hey, at least #therewasblood! (*cough cough* Breaking Dawn *cough cough*)
Have you read Red Queen? If so, what did you think of it? Did the plot twist take you by surprise? Did you feel like there were a lot of similarities between Red Queen and The Hunger Games? Let me know in the comments below!