En pjäs från antika Grekland, finns inte så mycket mer att säga lol. Lite svårt med alla namn och gudar. Men den va bättre än jag trodde och man förstod den ändå (typ) Det va en pjäs på färre än 100 sidor, den gav mig inte jättemycket utom en känsla av att jag officiellt nu är coolare än vad jag va innan: #läsergamlapjäserpåminfritid = tvingades av skolan Jag vet att den betytt mycket för litteraturen osv, men om någon hade frågat mig vad den handlade om hade jag svarat med tystnad. Samtidigt måste man inte alltid fatta handlingen för att uppskatta en bok though, det är charmigt de med.
If I was basing my review purely off enjoyment alone, it would probably be 1.5-2 stars no more, as basically was just a bunch of women moping (at least in my eyes) with a few extra bits added in for variety, which were alright.
The main thing I'm personally not a fan of is that it's just like a section of what could be a larger play, as there is no beginning, middle and end. Basically, it's one large scene in a way.
Despite this, it was a well written Greek Tragedy that explores many ideas of the Ancient Greek world and their customs.
Wow. This play was stunning. I have so many things I would like to say and yet none of my words or even my thoughts feel sufficient.
The Trojan War is over. The women of the city are waiting to hear which of the Greek warriors will be each one's new master, for they are all going into slavery as prizes of war. Even King Priam's wife Hecuba, the mother of Paris, the man who started it all by bringing Helen to Troy. The play revolves around the women's confusion, their pain, their attempts to understand why their lives have been shattered and how they will face their tragic future.
I remember reading The Odyssey in early school years, but I never managed The Iliad, so I was only vaguely familiar with the story of the war itself. Now I want to go back to Homer, because Odysseus is shown as much more of an utter creep than I ever realized. He was the one who suggested that the young son of Hector, the Trojan prince, be taken from his mother Andromache and thrown to his death from a tower of the city. The saddest part of the play was when the child's body is brought to his grandmother Hecuba so that she can prepare his little body for burial on his father's war shield.
I was close to tears many times: this is an intense work, full of raw emotion that any woman with a heart can feel and understand. On one hand I think seeing a performance of The Trojan Women would be amazing, but I think I would be overwhelmed and not be able to see the stage for my tears. So I will simply re-read it someday. I'm also going to read more Euripides. I have a small volume of three other works of his, but I need to wait a bit before starting with them. I want to let this piece settle first.
Ancient Greek myths and legends are something nearly everyone is familiar with, even without in-depth study. I know some names and stories, get mixed up with many others, and remember reading them much more often in my younger days than I have as an adult. I plan to change that. I want to revisit the marvelous confusion of the Greek myths, because this play has reminded me of the fascination they used to have for me. I want to see what I will discover in them at this point in my life.