Tuesday, March 25, 2014

reviews I've read, works I haven't


"As a veteran, I have encountered less aggressive versions of this weird stereotype before, generally from people with extremely limited contact with those who have served. Veterans could explain to Oates (and Vlautin) that one of the defining features of modern warfare is the way that critical decision-making responsibilities get placed on even low-ranking soldiers. This novel exudes a mixture of contempt and ignorance, sometimes leavened with condescending pity ('The war would be fought by an American underclass').

At the very least, Carthage serves as a shining example of the size of the civilian-military divide. Does this matter? Oates’s main concern here is not Iraq. The war is a backdrop for philosophical questions – the relationships between guilt and responsibility, belief and fact – in the same way as Shakespeare used the Trojan war in Troilus and Cressida, to which Carthage refers directly. Shakespeare, however, made his military men complex.

It is as if Americans think the relative ignorance that even a serious public intellectual such as Joyce Carol Oates displays about her military is unrelated to her country’s inability to form a coherent war policy. It is not."



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"Otherwise, the Trojans are presented as a dull bunch of muscle-bound pin-ups. The Greek heroes, in contrast, come across as a hilariously flawed bunch of egotists and fools.

Ian Hogg's Agamemnon bores everyone to death with his platitudes; John Franklyn-Robbins's ancient Nestor keeps falling asleep and snoring during the big speeches; Vincent Regan's overweight Achilles is far too besotted with his pretty blond boyfriend Patroclus (Oliver Kieran-Jones) to fight, while David Yelland's suavely plausible Ulysses delivers noble-sounding speeches for the most devious ends.

There's also a wonderfully funny performance from Julian Lewis Jones as a terminally stupid Ajax, and a spectacularly grotesque one from Ian Hughes as that scabrous, poxy and in this performance downright masochistic knave Thersites, who acts as the play's choric commentator.

It's an absorbing drama, but you leave the theatre feeling sullied by its morbidly mean-spirited view of human nature, as if a slug had slowly crawled across your flesh."

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/theatre/drama/3654568/Dark-hearts-brilliantly-laid-bare.html

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