I say: I’ve had to read Hamlet for both of my literature courses within a week of each other, which was a breeze since I’ve read it quite a few times already.
Aside: back when I was a Shakespearean nerd I used to quote Hamlet (and Macbeth) all the time.
The annoying thing with having read, reviewed, written essays and analysed something as much and as deeply as I have Hamlet, is that it becomes increasingly difficult to write a simple review. I mean, I have just analysed why he doesn’t kill his uncle, whether or not he’s crazy, what his actions and inactions mean and what sort of person Hamlet really is, so I’m a bit Hamlet-ed out.
And I doubt anyone wants to read my essays.
Especially since they’re in Swedish.
Having said all that, every time I read Hamlet I seem to go from loving him to hating him to pitying him to wanting to slap him – it all depends on where I am in my life. This time around his brooding didn’t exasperate me at all (at times I refer to him as a whiny
and it felt like we were on the same page. Yes, he does spend a lot of time
pondering things, but he is contemplating murder after all, which is something one
shouldn’t take too lightly.
Note: I am not condoning murder.
For the people who think that Hamlet is a bore, I wonder if they’ve missed the gravediggers. They are hilarious and always make me snigger. Moreover, ever since I read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard I cannot take either of them seriously. Nor can I help but feel extremely sorry for them. Yes, they were doing the king’s bidding, but I still think Hamlet was too harsh on them. However, he probably didn’t know how little they knew.
Either way, Hamlet is eternally stuck at a 4/5 because of that last scene, which never fails to piss me off. I mean, seriously, Shakespeare.