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I was wholly unsatisfied with how Othello came to a close. Where was the justice? What was the POINT in it all? One thing is dreadfully clear: Shakespeare had NO IDEA how to write a happy story.

This book was incredibly dramatic and the dialect was at times impossible to interpret. Thank God for modern English translations! While there wasn't much of a 'wow' factor to this book—since we as an audience were well aware of Iago's devious nature and given insight into the truths of each situation—it was still a fairly exciting read.


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Othello was about THE BIGGEST FOOL in this entire play. He blindly trusted the words of those around him and didn't take the time to investigate others' claims over certain instances pertaining to his private life. Bloody naïve! That fool got off too easy, if you ask me. And here I'd had such high hopes for the seemingly unflappable Othello. *sigh*

I had the honor and misfortune of volunteering to speak as Iago throughout the entire play while reading it in class. I swear, he talks more than Othello! And the friggin play is NAMED after Othello! Sheesh! He was an incredibly crafty and manipulative little thing, and I rolled my eyes every time they referred to him as "good," "honest Iago." Yeah, sure.

I hated how meek and obedient the women in this play were (and often seem to be in Shakespearean plays). Have ye no backbones, Women? Fergawdsakes, they really should have found one! Maybe then the men would have taken them more seriously and believed them when they spoke the truth.