A momentary impulse led me to one of the most chaotic closets in the house, where I usually stored CDs, DVDs, and some strange baptismal gifts. The same impulse made me ignore the above and focus on the works of the great playwright (thirty-nine books, all translated by Vasilios Rotsos and Voulas Damianakos), which had been distributed ages ago by The Stage of Sunday in an excellent pocket edition. So, instead of randomly picking one of them, following the impulse we mentioned, I chose Othello. Why? God knows! Probably I was influenced by the black color of the cover (the symbolism here is more than obvious). And later, we all know more or less the story of the Moor of Venice (from the theater, cinema, etc.), but how many of us have read it?
Regarding the work itself, apart from the fact that I intend to mark the beginning of a personal reading marathon/series (one Shakespeare work every two weeks - doctor, will I be okay?), what more can be said that hasn't been said, written, and heard again and again (and again). A popular work as few and emblematic as even fewer, it is rightly considered the outstanding tragedy "of human jealousy and betrayed trust under the empty sky," even though Vasilios Rotsos had always had his objections (expressed in the excellent introduction that guides the reader as to what is about to happen): "We often heard that Othello is the tragedy of jealousy. We have the passion of jealousy in other works (A Winter's Tale, Cymbeline, etc.). Othello is not possessed by such a passion. It is not jealousy that leads him to destruction. Othello is the hero who lost his ideal. When from Iago's evil arguments, inflated, he comes to admit that Desdemona, the young and newlywed and much-loved wife, does with another "the act of shame," then he experiences the collapse that every person who believed in an ideal and loses his ideal experiences and for this reason, he flounders in chaos.
However you define it (erotic jealousy or loss of the ideal), this is what will drag Othello to murder, giving Bard of Avon's tragedy the dramatic climax it deserves. Is it his masterpiece? Not by any means. However, the presentation of human jealousy in it is so vivid that even Psychology calls the monosymptomatic delusion of jealousy (otherwise pathological jealousy) the accomplice of Othello.
[These. And in two weeks from today - always approximately - King Lear].
I really, really enjoyed this play a great deal. However, what a tragic story it is!
Iago is truly such a despicable villain. It frustrates me to no end that Othello is completely unable to see through Iago's devious manipulation.
Moreover, Iago's reasons for harboring such intense hatred towards Othello don't seem all that truly convincing to me. It makes me wonder if there are deeper, hidden motives at play.
Nonetheless, the way the story unfolds and the actions of the characters keep me on the edge of my seat, eagerly anticipating what will happen next.