Book Reviews

The Player’s Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet

Romeo & Juliet: The PlayI read this knowing what it had been a play as a play, to not study this as a novel or a historical narrative, patterns of speech and movements of an artistic whole. The characters, dialogue, imagery and a certain point of view from the play, as I always wanted to read this, but I had been putting it off for many years now. But now, I’ve finally gotten used to this thing, but however, I’ve finally read it three times now. The text is light and conveys a flow of speech, even with ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’ the point of grammar, in the 2nd or 3rd person. It was interesting to think what I was reading but I really enjoyed it so much. Introducing something not so plural or singular, I don’t know how it goes anymore. The second thought of knowing what’s right and what’s wrong. It’s not known when this was written, what was criticized of Romeo & Juliet isn’t so much concerned to point out what the play is not, as a prototype of the idea of tragedy isn’t always a failure, the war is liturgically and not imperative, too much had depended on the bad luck it struck. There were other moments of Shakespeare’s tragedies that didn’t really work out as his characters had weaknesses, into this design, especially Macbeth, Antony and Cleopatra. Something to remind the audience of what love is, what it means to die for the ones you love, or so to speak out of the term, Juliet and her beauty is what drew Romeo towards her. Yet for the actors to connect themselves with the audience it is to remind them, what love is what can be sad of what love should be. This lover’s tale is hysterical by irony, delight and despair. But I wanted to remind myself, that unlike the many other adaptations of this budding romance turned both characters intodeath. Some say, towards the end, Juliet was still alive just as Romeo died. Do you believe it?! I don’t know what to think, but sometimes I always feel out of my element. You know, sometimes these things we have in life and so from a different way of how we see our love life directing itself in a new perspective. Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that. My love life is been marrued to my computer and my love of art is just surrounding me with nothing else to do but to paint, draw or write a new series of art work. I guess, this is what you call Writer’s Block. I have had this feeling for six months, I don’t think it’ll ever go away as I wuld like to finish my current project and then look for work, not the other way around. Life can be so hard. Well I guess, me envisioning myself as Juliet is one thing, but then trying to find myself a Romeo in all the wrong places, is like saying. Love was never meant to be unless you were my blank canvas waiting to be painted on. I don’t know. But somehow these days are seeming so hard and frustrating. Reading this play made me so sad, that now I think you think about what I am trying to say. I think I’m just making sentences up, putting words into a sentence and then making more sentences to make a paragraph when all of a sudden that paragraph becomes an essay. Laughing out I am now. I can’t believe that I am sounding like I am a wise old woman. This is too weird. You know?! I’m just going to stop typing before I run out of things to say. Here ends, the lesson you must’ve learned here. Never trust a person typing behind her computer, because if you have gotten up to this point by now. Then I’m guessing, you don’t remember what this book review was about. Do you?! See! I KNEW IT! Now I’m just as confused as you are, because you’re still reading this, now this post is turning into a blog. I’m going. Bye-bye now.


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