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| Original Title: | Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead |
| ISBN: | 0802132758 (ISBN13: 9780802132758) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Characters: | Hamlet, Horatio, Polonius, Laertes, Rosencrantz and Guildentstern, Claudius, Gertrude, Ophelia |
| Literary Awards: | New York Drama Critics' Circle Award for Best Play (1968) |
Tom Stoppard
Paperback | Pages: 126 pages Rating: 4.06 | 77601 Users | 1916 Reviews
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| Title | : | Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead |
| Author | : | Tom Stoppard |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Deluxe Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 126 pages |
| Published | : | January 21st 1994 by Grove Press (first published 1966) |
| Categories | : | Plays. Drama. Fiction. Classics. Theatre |
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Peasant 1: Did you hear? Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead?
Peasant 2: Really dead?
Peasant 1: Really dead.
Peasant 2: Really?
Peasant 1: Really, really.
Peasant 2: Really, really, really?
Peasant 1: Really, really, really.
Peasant 2: Really, really, really, really?
Peasant 1: Would you stop that? They're dead as dead can be - which is actually pretty dead.
Peasant 2: Pretty dead indeed.
Peasant 1: But they're not the pretty dead.
Peasant 2: Few are pretty when dead.
Peasant 1: To be sure.
Peasant 2: Was it murder?
Peasant 1: Oh yes, t'was a murder of a show. All the crowd demanded their money back indeed.
Peasant 2: And who could have done the dirty deed?
Peasant 1: Stop that, we're no minstrels to be finishing each others rhymes.
Peasant 2: Or cleaning up the other's crimes.
Peasant 1: I've half a mind to let you join Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, can't you see our audience is growing tired of such absurdity? Though absurdity may be our part (the peasants together) absurdity for a laugh quickly loses all sense of art.
Peasant 1: As I heard it, I believe that Hamlet may be to blame for the deaths of those two men. I heard that he replaced a letter - with instructions to kill him - with one bearing instructions for their death.
Peasant 2: Quite the rumour. Where did this original letter come from I wonder?
Peasant 1: Oh, that's quite easy to tell. It came from Claudius, Hamlet's dear uncle.
Peasant 2: So was said letter - of which we have not seen...
Peasant 1: Much as we have not seen Rosencrantz or Guildenstern...
Peasant 2: ...therefore a letter to put master Hamlet out of his funky misery?
(Enter Dr. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes)
John Watson: I say, Sherlock, we don't even belong in this type of fiction.
Sherlock Holmes: My dear Watson, you forget that this is now a murder mystery. And murder is quite within our realm of expertise.
Both Peasants: (turn to the audience) Aside from committing them we hope.
Watson: Then, I presume you have come to a decision about this case by now Holmes?
Holmes: Indubitably, my good fellow. The solution is rather obvious.
Watson: So it was Hamlet after all, his hands are certainly most guilty.
Holmes: Why of course not Watson. Don't be ridiculous. It was not Hamlet after all who initiated the beginnings of this murder.
Watson: Claudius then, it was his letter that sent two men to their dooms.
Holmes: Ah, Watson, you see but you do not observe.
Watson: Surely, you do not mean to insist that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are responsible for the deaths themselves?
Holmes: Try to keep up Watson, I said murder, and I meant murder. This is no suicide case, it is a murder following an attempted regicide, most foul.
Watson: Why then, Holmes, whatever the dickens could be the solution?
Holmes: There is clearly nothing more elusive to you Watson than an obvious fact. We are looking at a murder committed centuries ago, murder that continues to haunt the here and now. In several different worlds at this time, several versions of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are being murdered all over again. The true criminal - the one which remains as truth - is clearly the old bard himself. Mr William Shakespeare.
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"We're tragedians you see. We follow directions - there is no choice involved. The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means."
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Ratings: 4.06 From 77601 Users | 1916 ReviewsEvaluation About Books Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
Excellent. I cannot believe I gave up watching the film a while ago (especially since it featured one of my two favourite Tims in the world). I suspect watching a live performance would indeed be a 5 star experience.I loved Stoppard's wit so much, I could quote him endlessly. And of course, discuss existentialism over a bottle of dry red.Probably the profoundest of all modern plays that I have read... pondering if I can manage to write a review that will do it justice.
Actors! The mechanics of cheap melodrama! That isn't death! You scream and choke and sink to your knees but it doesn't bring death home to anyone- it doesn't catch them unawares and start the whisper in their skulls that says- 'One day you are going to die. I didn't know anything about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead going in (Except having read Hamlet several times, and having the excellent recommendation from a friend) so what I believe this book is about and what it's intention may be,
Karmic retribution for false friends...Hamlet: "Thou hast killed me in thine heart...and now in my true heart let thy execution take place; to false friendship - a dungeon that neither you nor I shall be condemned to...let thy execution be my final act of friendship." (So sorry Bill!)
First performed in 1966, Stoppard's short metatheatrical tragicomedy takes place on the margins of Shakespeare's most famous work: the story tracks the titular pair of friends as circumstances beyond their control land them in increasingly absurd scenarios, until their sudden and inexplicable deaths terminate the action of the play. Interruption and repetition characterize the dialogue, while confusion rules the scenes. The narrative's evasiveness makes for a disorienting but stimulating viewing
Brilliant. It's fitting to choose the British designation for how wonderful I think this play is, I believe. This play manages to be absolutely stand on its own hilarious, as well as a thoughtful meditation on many issues at the same time. It pushes neither on the viewer/reader on its own, nor predominantly. The satire is executed near flawlessly, and the comedic sensitivity (even in the saddest moments of the farce) could not be more on target. I very much usually wish to have some criticism to
An absurdest play with two idiot main characters and one of the most profound quotes of all time We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
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