They Won’t Let Us Bury Our Dead!

A production of Hamlet with the implication that prince Hamlet is secretly Claudius', do you see the vision

I’ve decided April is when I go back and edit intensively but also - I have this gnawing feeling of wanting to redo the first two chapters entirely to be more cohesive with the rest of the novel but I don’t know howwwwww

May will be our month

June HAS been our month

has anyone considered that it was probably her house too. where else was she supposed to put her chintz?

And perhaps Laurie is how I manifest my question of. What would a Bunny Corcoranesque Hamlet look like

I think that this gets to my big insecurity. Laurie Linden just so feels like a character who’s supposed to die. And I think I’m very resistant to killing characters off, and I don’t know if that’s because tumblr school of queer representation did a number on me or if it really just is that I love all the implications of coming out of something horrible alive and maybe that’s not a happy ending. But all the same, Laurie reads to me as such a doomed character and I suppose I like just how wrong it does feel to have him still be alive after all that. I know that’s how he feels 🤗

guys i can't do this anymore. i have to speak my truth. hamlet is not the emo goth kid lounging around in hot topic clothes and laertes is not the varsity jacket-wearing jock. it's the other way around. before the events of the play, hamlet was very much a jock (4.7.111-114), enough so that his lack of exercise is noticeable (2.2.319-320) and was well-liked and popular by the common people (4.7.20-24). polonius implies to reynaldo that laertes is in france to study music specifically (2.1.81). laertes is easily agitated, provoked, and sensitive, which is arguably more likely to be a pre-existing condition of teenage angst hot topic-ism than hamlet's legitimate grief (open your eyes and look). i can't stress enough that hamlet's transformation into the person we see in the play is so jarring from his real self that he almost isn't the same person anymore, and laertes has similarly been pushed to be the volatile, violent person he is by his circumstances. hamlet is literally the popular athletic golden boy and laertes is, like, the kid lugging around a huge cello case every day to and from school who gets high as fuck behind the bleachers and picks fights with anyone who says anything about his sister