Well I had so much fun posting last week's paper I thought I would do it again. This week we read Hamlet. Enjoy.

Episode 3--Revenge of the Hamlet

I do not think I have been this depressed since seeing Star Wars: Episode 3 (hence the pseudo-title of this informal paper). I mean, honestly, could there be a more depressing tale in all of human history? I haven’t read any of the other Shakespearean dramas so I don’t know the answer to that, but I have to say I stayed away from them for precisely this point! It’s a sad story! Why the hell do I want to be sad?!

Anyway, I apologize and I promise at some point I will get to the point of this paper, but first I must point out the irony of reading Hamlet during the week of Valentine’s day (which I would like to think you planned) and since one’s seasonal depression is usually at its worst in February (never mind the snow storm) I’m really in no mood for the melancholy Prince of Denmark. But despite all of that it had the same effect on me a lifetime original movie does on a lazy Saturday afternoon--I just couldn’t turn away.

I’m not trying to demean Shakespeare here, and I’m certainly not trying to undermine the importance of Hamlet. I might be the only person in the class to be excited to recognize the relationship to Star Trek 6: The Undiscovered Country (in which they quote Hamlet) but that doesn’t mean I don’t comprehend why it important to read this play.

That being said I have a few issues. First of all, how can Hamlet muse on the meaning of life in such a powerful way as he does in his soliloquies and still be such a self-obsessed, whiny, immature little troglodyte? It’s almost as if he’s two separate characters--owing to which, people suffering from extreme depression as Hamlet does sometimes do seem that way. Also, there is something seriously more screwed up with that boy than just his father’s death. He was already inconsolable before he spoke to the ghost, the whole revenge plot seemed more to give him an out for his unhappiness than anything else.

And what about poor, dear Ophelia! Alas for such a fate as hers. I do think Hamlet loved her, but I think his love for her, like his love for everyone stemmed mostly from how much he perceived they loved him. The boy (and I say boy on purpose because he was not truly a man, despite the beard) had issues with his parents. His father’s death seemed to deny him the ability to prove his worth and his mother’s second marriage was the cause of some serious abandonment issues. Freud would have a field day!

Though, Freud completely screwed up Oedipus so probably we should leave him out of this, but I digress.

Hamlet is completely unable to process human nature. I suppose that is the best way to describe it. I know there is speculation that this play was written following the death of Shakespeare’s son, Hamnet, and that much of the philosophical ponderings derive especially from a need to understand that. It certainly makes the greater purpose of the play easier to understand. Hamlet is such a dramatic character that without believing he is the author’s tool for pondering life and death I’m quite sure I would scoff him. Or I would if the writing weren’t so damned good.

But what do you say about Hamlet? What can you say? I’ve been known to ramble on the meaning of life and death but I have no urge to do that here. A more purposeful matter would be to ramble on some people’s inability to handle life and death. For that I turn to a modern day example of Anakin Skywalker.

Poor Anakin, turned to the dark side not because he is a sociopath or pure evil at heart, but because he couldn’t handle love. And that too, I think, describes Hamlet. Hamlet doesn’t know how to love. To love is to forgive and let go and he can do neither of those things. His inability causes him to kill an innocent just as Claudius and become that which he hated--a crime he eventually dies for. Karma’s a bitch.

Hamlet and Anakin both have too much passion and not enough wisdom. They seem trapped in that perpetual state of philosophizing without any closure. Their intelligence causes them to know things they shouldn’t, Anakin with the force and Hamlet with his father’s ghost (and before that his natural dislike of Claudius) and they are left separated from their fellows by an irreconcilable difference. They feel too strongly without any idea how to handle it.

That leads me to my next question. Do some people feel more strongly than others? Why is Hamlet so affected by his father’s death? Was he always prone to fits of melancholy? Did he suffer from bi-polar disorder? What is the deal?

I think part of it stems from being unable to see the world in shades of gray. Hamlet saw everything in white and black, but most everything he saw was black. What else will become of a man when all he sees is failure surrounding him? What else is to be expected but slight madness and severe depression?

Is it better then to become the cynic and accept human nature as failing and beyond hope? To shut down the emotional drives, cease to philosophize about what it all means and simply accept? Is anyone that dares to feel as Hamlet does and ponder those dark questions of the afterlife doomed to depression and madness? I don’t think so, I think Hamlet lacked the emotional maturity to deal with his station in life, but, in his defense, when one is overwrought with sadness it’s awful hard to be mature. He is, in the end, a sympathetic character, though, and that is what matters. At some level we can each relate to Hamlet and indeed, learn from his mistakes.

Though, on a happier note, it’s pretty okay that my uncle was gay. I never had to worry about him killing my dad and marrying my mum to get to the family fortune.