This semester, I have found myself reading Shakespeare. (This is partially because I’m in a class devoted to the subject.) But it’s become more than simple homework.
After my library shift on Fridays, I’ve found myself retreating to my room, dimming the lights, and lugging out my massive anthology. I peer over the tiny print and let the words flow. I read aloud and my voice changes in tone and pitch from character to character. In my dark little room, the plays come to life.
We just finished reading Titus Andronicus. Even though the subject material is some of the most depressing I’ve ever encountered, I still leave class feeling giddy and slightly breathless.
Why? Because I just love Shakespeare. I can’t get enough of him. The careful structure of his plots, the complexities of his characters, the eloquence of his language… it just gets me.
And while we’re on the subject of Titus… it’s so gruesome that it’s funny.
(I had the chance to see the Reduced Shakespeare Company perform this live while in London! It was splendid enough to deserve its own post, so check that out if you so choose.)