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In Your Philosophy by Mod_Alcyone (PG)
Fandom: SHAKESPEARE -- HAMLET
Pairing: Hamlet/Horatio, sorta-kinda
Length: 2430 words
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mod_alcyone
Author Website: http://www.fictionpress.com/~modalcyone
Why this must be read: Who would ever have thought to take the situation at the end of Hamlet and apply a coat of Latin American magical realism? Mod_Alcyone, that's who, and she does a brilliant job at it. Magical realism is a genre that tends toward the lyrical and elegiac, but also contains elements of horror and the fantastic, and that's exactly what this story does. For everyone who thinks that the most tragic character in Hamlet is not the title character (who, after all, gets to die and be released from his misery) but Horatio, the devoted friend left behind in a pile of bodies facing his country's conquest by a foreign power, this is for you. In the afterlife of death, Horatio's tragedy slowly overwhelms both Elsinore and himself as he discovers his particular kind of cruelty.
Horatio blames no one.
Horatio walks in the corridors, Horatio reads slender volumes of Hamlet’s poetry, Horatio tends to the plants. But Horatio cannot make them grow.
He becomes, despite his best efforts, the bearer of a bygone era. When the King’s children come to him, they ask of the mad Hamlet and the adulterers, they giggle at the stories of violence amongst what has become their playroom; they take on that over-serious demeanor of ignorance when they hear of drownings in flowers. And they laugh at Horatio, who becomes mournful and withdrawn.
He becomes a plaything, a relic, someone to toss a sideways word to out of politeness, a man who clothes himself in deliberate antiquity and whose fingers are stained with ink. Horatio turns into a walking library, where young men can come and ask for the legacy of Denmark before it became another man’s prize, and ask of the castle before it forgot how to sustain growing things.
In Your Philosophy
Pairing: Hamlet/Horatio, sorta-kinda
Length: 2430 words
Author on LJ:
mod_alcyoneAuthor Website: http://www.fictionpress.com/~modalcyone
Why this must be read: Who would ever have thought to take the situation at the end of Hamlet and apply a coat of Latin American magical realism? Mod_Alcyone, that's who, and she does a brilliant job at it. Magical realism is a genre that tends toward the lyrical and elegiac, but also contains elements of horror and the fantastic, and that's exactly what this story does. For everyone who thinks that the most tragic character in Hamlet is not the title character (who, after all, gets to die and be released from his misery) but Horatio, the devoted friend left behind in a pile of bodies facing his country's conquest by a foreign power, this is for you. In the afterlife of death, Horatio's tragedy slowly overwhelms both Elsinore and himself as he discovers his particular kind of cruelty.
Horatio blames no one.
Horatio walks in the corridors, Horatio reads slender volumes of Hamlet’s poetry, Horatio tends to the plants. But Horatio cannot make them grow.
He becomes, despite his best efforts, the bearer of a bygone era. When the King’s children come to him, they ask of the mad Hamlet and the adulterers, they giggle at the stories of violence amongst what has become their playroom; they take on that over-serious demeanor of ignorance when they hear of drownings in flowers. And they laugh at Horatio, who becomes mournful and withdrawn.
He becomes a plaything, a relic, someone to toss a sideways word to out of politeness, a man who clothes himself in deliberate antiquity and whose fingers are stained with ink. Horatio turns into a walking library, where young men can come and ask for the legacy of Denmark before it became another man’s prize, and ask of the castle before it forgot how to sustain growing things.
In Your Philosophy