Anonymous asked: Do you have any tips for getting into Shakespeare? I want to enjoy it but I find the language so hard :/
Watch the plays performed!!! That’s what I tell everyone who says they have trouble with Shakespeare - after a good performance (whether live or filmed or recorded) the text is illuminated and clarified in ways that it couldn’t have otherwise been. The plays were written to be performed; the dialogue was written to be spoken. I think a lot of people without lit backgrounds struggle with Shakespeare because in the early learning environments where most people are introduced to him you’re generally just given the text sans context, which is crucially important even for works as timeless as Shakespeare’s because there are so many inflections/jokes/references/etc. best appreciated and understood when spoken or annotated. Shakespeare isn’t the dead stuffy ancient writer so many people think of him as; he’s hilarious & dirty & raw & emotional & thrilling & spectacularly eloquent & still very very VERY much alive in performance. It’s both funny and infuriating to me that there’s so much elitism re: Shakespeare in many academic circles because he’s possibly the most populist writer who ever lived. There is something in his works for you; for everyone. Start by seeing him performed. :)
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Soooo, now I want a Lady Audley’s Secret 20s AU, with Lady Audley the girl who grew up in the Chicago slums, married a fellow with more morals than money, and he took off and left her pregnant and destitute to find work down South.
But this is fucking Lady Audley (only not yet, although maybe - it’d be a badass rum runner name) and she became a rum runner, and these days everyone’s like nooo, no way, she’s all delicate with big blue eyes and golden goblet curls and her ladylike dresses - height of fashion, but never too high, and never too short! She could never be an ex-rum runner. And lady rum runners are just stories anyway. There aren’t any real ones.
And she smiles her polite hostess smile with her shell-pink lipstick and her white dresses, but she used to wear dark blue silk with beaded hems that swished against her knees, blood-red lipstick and sharp sharp heels. Guns strapped to her thighs under the sway of her skirts, shimmery silk stockings.
And when her first husband comes to town, well, it’s not as if she’s never committed a spot of arson before. She’d shoot him, but there’s no cover for it, since he’s disgustingly goody-two-shoes, and she can’t even work with it, like she can with her adoring politician husband. He’s also disgustingly goody-two-shoes, but he’s got the money and influence to give her what she wants.
She’s an amoral murderess, and I kind of want her to win, but she’s really just as happy with the live fast, die young motto of the lost generation. I mean, not that Edna St Vincent Millay belongs, but “I burn my candle at both ends/it will not last the night/but oh my friends and ah my foes/it makes a lovely light!”
For what do we live for but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?
Mr. Bennet, “Pride and Prejudice”, Jane Austen