Even in Arcadia, there am I~

My my.

I spent two and a half hours absorbed in Tom Stoppard's Arcadia. And it left me reeling with information and trying my best to make sense of it all. My curiosity even prompted me to sit down with my two Nortons and hastily searching for any information I could find on Lord Byron and Coleridge. all at a time of close to quarter to midnight. which strikes a chord now as I remember how the lessons played out in the play end at quarter to twelve.

anyway, even after reading Norton and re-searching on the net about the play, I sense I am no closer to understanding the genius of Stoppard's work. Brilliant stage effects. Absolutely fantastic doubling in the play. and what interesting debates between science and literature. even though I couldn't quite comprehend all the mathematical and historical information given, but it was just fascinating to see all come together. people of the past coming in, people of the present going out. all through the same doors, meeting all in the same room, same house. Separated only by fictional time and imagination. The objects on the table-a collection of the blurring of the past and present.

I highly recommend this read. In one setting. Even though I don't fully grasp the text, but just being able to soak it in is amazing in itself. The character of Thomasina is by far my fave. The wit and manipulative ways of Septimus is quite amusing too. and that last scene of them dancing a waltz? Dazzling.

haha. I realise that this post is my way of trying to come to terms with the play. well. I hope it's interesting enough to prompt people into wanting to read it. it is truly overwhelming in the best way possible. If done right, the play would be an absolute hit. But just the written play itself with the imagery of the mind is magnificent enough already.