I HAVE MORE LITERATURE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT. And guess who I'm going to complain about today!
Shakespeare!
Really. And okay, I shall admit that I read the translated version. Who has the patience to slog through Shakespearean English! Anyway, the only reason why I picked up a Shakespeare play - more specifically, Othello - was because Sam and I were bored and we decided to stop by the library before tuition.
(Ugh, commercial break. I was playing some Japanese song (ABS - DESIRE) that said "my desire", and I heard "Miley Cyrus". How ghastly.)
RIGHT, Othello. I present to you the abridged version. :)
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REDRIGO: Your daughter is married.
BRABANTIO: WTF? You be speaking lies! (
to daughter) Really?
DESDEMONA: Ya really.
BRABANTIO: I is unhappy. In fact, so unhappy, that by the end of the play, I would have died from emo-ing.
DESDEMONA: Yes daddy.
IAGO: Omg, Othello that bastard, he gave my promotion to Cassio! To take revenge, I shall convince him into thinking his wife is whore! (
to Othello) Your wife is whore.
OTHELLO: LIES. My wife is loving, gorgeous, with her pale, white skin-
IAGO: Cassio slept with her.
OTHELLO: But I love my wife.
IAGO: They were talking to each other.
OTHELLO: But I love my wife.
IAGO: You're black.
OTHELLO: But I love my wife.
IAGO: He has the handkerchief.
OTHELLO: CHEATING WHORE.
OTHELLO: Wifey~
DESDEMONA: Yes dear?
OTHELLO: You cheat on me - I hate you - DIE.
DESDEMONA: No I didn't!
OTHELLO: Yes you did.
DESDEMONA: No I didn't!
OTHELLO: YES YOU DID. I KILL YOU.
DESDEMONA: Fine, I will not struggle even though I am not in the wrong. Kill me!
OTHELLO: (
suffocates her)
DESDEMONA: I have died!
(dies)EMILIA: OMG YOU KILLED HER?
OTHELLO: YES.
EMILIA: IAGO TRICKED YOU, YOU FOOL!
OTHELLO: Whut?
IAGO: Noisy bitch.
(kills EMILIA)EMILIA: I have died!
(dies)OTHELLO: OH, my wife! FML.
(stabs self) I have died!
(dies)IAGO: Just as planned.
(Cue evil laughter.)END.
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(Fine, Iago was captured in the end.)
Shakespeare, Shakespeare, Shakespeare. I had high expectations for my first Shakespearean play. WHAT A LETDOWN. Now I'm just convinced that Shakespeare's definition of tragedy is "Tragic Comedy". Tragically hilarious. Yes, it's a little hasty to think this way after only reading one play. FOR NOW, IDC, MY OPINION STANDS.
Oh, how I do not comprehend literature of any form. If all Shakespearean plays are going to be such questionable soap operas, I wonder why Shakespeare is so critcally acclaimed.
Literature and I. NOT FATED.
P.S. Happy 260th post! This is how much I post, wow. Blogger's happy.