an academic post.

dear Coriolanus,
fuck you.

I hate you for being so weird and inaccessible, for being based on two earlier, more esoteric works, and also for being fucking boring. You live in a world run by your mother, and despite constant words about valour and honour, you're loathe to show your experience to the citizens whose support you need. Your death sucked, your life was boring, and the play that carries your name is barely produced because nobody wants to see it.

ARGH.