Word: hamlets
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Shakespearean scholar; of a heart attack; in Philadelphia. Editor of the Pelican edition of Shakespeare's works and author of such studies as Shakespeare and the Rival Traditions and As They Liked It: An Essay on Shakespeare and Morality, Harbage was scornful of all theorists who argued that Hamlet and Macbeth might actually have been written by Sir Francis Bacon, Christopher Marlowe or any other pseudonymous poet...
Mack's respect for Lawrence's intellect, charm, and sense of play yields a portrait that is not only comprehensive but compassionate, and never smacks of facile, "shrinky" cheapness. Several admirers have called Lawrence a Hamlet for our times. Mack demonstrates how the overdose of insight and self-consciousness that kept Hamlet from ever doing anything in another epoch forced Lawrence to take action in a compulsive...
Throne of Blood at 5:10 and 9:40, Hamlet...
...other contestants, but I will say right here that I thought the right people won. I was real new to this business, I could tell, because I wasn't taking the winning part seriously enough. You could tell other people were--Richard III was walking around looking like Hamlet, and Howard, who had given me the lozenge and had warmly praised my reading, seemed a bit glum. A lot of us went out to Cronin's afterwards, it was real warm out and the night was a dark blue sort of like my tuxedo, and the excitement that had been...
...changed the history of the Middle East, and were sold out by English duplicity and Islamic squabbling after 1918. He has been dead 40 years. In the meantime, there have been as many Lawrences as writers: the adulated hero (Robert Graves), the narcissistic moral cynic (Richard Aldington), the Hamlet, the Lord Jim of Araby, the heroic closet queen, and so on down to the sexy, prancing psychotic portrayed by Peter O'Toole in Lawrence of Arabia. In A Prince of Our Disorder, Harvard Psychiatry Professor John Mack has absorbed them all. His prose has the texture of gray felt...