|Supposedly the House of Montague, in Verona, Italy.|
Arguably the most famous closing lines in the English language, they're also the reason I was left unsatisfied when I first read Shakespeare's classic tragedy. To me, Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet are weak characters. Cowardly characters, to choose death as they do. Frankly, their stupidity makes me angry! (And don't get me started on Mercutio's death!)
Which is why I started to write Curiosity, a retelling of the play (as if the world needs another one of those. Once we start making movies like Gnomeo and Juliet, we know we've exhausted the story). More than anything it's may way of coming to terms with a frustrating finale.
|Supposedly the House of Capulet, in Verona, Italy.|
I wonder...I run my fingers through a sheet of dust that blankets a wooden dresser. They skim the edge of a piece of parchment, trace the cool glass of an empty inkwell, finger the ruffled down of a quill. I blow, and the dust rises in a cloud, but the paper bears no name. But maybe...All of a sudden it hits me.
This is the room of Romeo Montague.