My classics readings took a deep turn into the past. I decided to read Antigone, which is, of course, a play from ancient Greece. It the last of a cycle about the great character of Oedipus. It focuses on his daughter Antigone.
The plot is simple. Antigone’s brothers have killed each other. The current king will only allow one to be buried. The other is left to rot in the open. He declares that anyone who mourns that brother will die. Antigone not only mourns her brother but buries him. She is banished to die. This is a problem because the heir apparent is betrothed to her. In the end, Antigone and the crown prince die. The king is left to deal with his foolishness.
I like plays. A few years ago, I read the complete Shakespeare, except for Two Noble Kinsmen (It’s in line on the go around). Greek plays are little different, however. They use choruses far too much. I find them distracting. This factor hurt the play to me. All in all, I am better for reading it. Antigone is certainly an early example of a woman empowering herself. It is a very early treatise about the foolishness immovable decision-making.
I liked this well enough to read the second play in the cycle, Oedipus at Colonus.