Word: hamlets
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...facile articulateness, talked about his own cultural reactions (including music and art), and later said, "I wouldn't have been able to learn my lines in this play unless every one of them meant something definite to me. . . .Nevertheless, I still consider myself a Shakespeare man" (a highly acclaimed Hamlet, he will be the Othello at next summer's American Shakespeare Festival at Stratford, Connecticut). Mantan Moreland (Gogo), to get a laugh, pulled the Bert Lahr trick of quipping, "I speak my lines, but I don't know what I'm saying." But just as Lahr in private has clear...
...solution to the "enigma" of this play, or of modern music or painting, lies mainly in one thing: familiarity. No work that gives everything it has to offer on first acquaintance can be a candidate for immortality. People are still arguing about the meaning of Oedipus Rex and Hamlet--and these both can be legitimately regarded in all sorts of ways, from a first-rate detective story on up. The same is true of Godot; familiarity yields ever-increasing insights. One sees that the four main roles represent humanity ("All mankind is us"). Beckett presents them, however, not as Romantic...
There was nothing particularly chauvinistic about Janos. His father, a mason, was the village socialist in the hamlet where Janos was born 26 years ago. What Janos got from his father was not patriotism but a thirst for knowledge. He was a thin, blond boy whose Roman nose was never out of a book. He joined the Communist Party at the age of 16, and this got him a scholarship to Budapest University...
Died. Whitford Kane, 75, genial, jowly, Irish-born Shakespearean actor, who acted Hamlet's whimsical first gravedigger in 23 productions, helped bury some 40 Ophelias; of cancer; in Manhattan...
...next, and most lasting, torment is Aide, the wife of Mauger of Fervacques. They fall in love at the court of William the Conqueror, and Fulcun is plunged once more into Hamlet-like indecision...