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"And if he do but blench-I know my course. The spirit I have seen may be the devil, and the devil hath powers t’assume a pleasing shape, and yeah, perhaps out of my weakness and my melancholy abuses me to damn me. I’ll have the grounds more relative than this, the play’s the thing in where I’ll catch the conscious of the king."-Hamlet, William Shakespeare

"I met Claude and Alex the day my father died.
The stranger whose name was Claude held my mother by her arms while she screamed. He stood with blood splattered across his face and over his clothing, and she slid through his hands like a child who didn’t want to go to bed, didn’t want to take her medicine.
My father lay twisted, a gun at his feet. One side of his head spilled red onto the sodden carpet, his blood spreading inch by inch in a widening circle. I fell to my knees and crawled towards him.”

- from Latifah Salom’s THE CAKE HOUSE

Part mystery, part compelling coming-of-age tale, The Cake House is a riveting debut novel that re-imagines the classic story of Hamlet amidst the hills of suburban Los Angeles.

Rosaura Douglas’s father shot himself when her mother left him … or at least that’s the story everyone is telling. Now her mother has remarried and Rosie is trapped in a new home she calls “The Cake House,” a garish pink edifice that’s a far cry from the cramped apartment where she grew up. It’s also the house where her father died—a fact that everyone else who lives there, including her mother, Dahlia, and her mysteriously wealthy stepfather, Claude, want to forget. 

http://www.randomhouse.com/book/228146/the-cake-house-by-latifah-salom

Ophelia

Ophelia watched us,
Drowning,
From her canvas,
Framed in gold
She floated skyward
Filled with song,
Melodies cover all lush land,
Through the air
Her songs did sing,
Madness gripped her,
She was gone,
Her Prince did mourn,
For Danish water took her…

I see you staring,
You sit watching,
Holding vigil
For Ophelia’s poor soul,
Eyes brimming, welling,
Tinged with mourning madness,
Clinging to the memories of youth,
And lost love,
The broken hearts and mad thoughts
That you and Hamlet sure did share,
The poor drowned girl would leave you too,
Just as that lady you once knew,
The English land you met her on,
You told me, dear sad eyes,
You mourned her, and her parting,
As she left for German land,
Your voice shook as you worried,
What would you do without her?
How could you go on,
Not knowing where she was?
Thinking of the poor girl,
And all her songs,
Dancing on the riverbank…

You said you lost a love,
You spoke with pain and melancholy,
And now you lost dear Ophelia too,
You must say farewell to both,
Your voice wavered and quietly broke,
I wanted to hold you as the centuries passed,
Comfort your damaged, dreary soul,
As it dressed for mourning,
For you, dear man,
Are a kinder Prince, not of Danish land,
But British birth,
Not filled with violent madness,
But aching heart and broken soul…

I had to leave, worry filled my mind,
I see you still,
But your face is faded with time,
I remember your pain,
It lodged in my heart,
In passing years I still recall,
Your tears for dear Ophelia,
She of Shakespeare’s mind and Millais’ brush,
And your metaphoric, symbolic soul,
The lady of the canvas,
The songstress of the Danish river,
The Princess of your English heart.

Original Work: KH 4/18/14

SO NOW THERE’S LIKE A HAMLET WEB SERIES WITH A NON-GENDER BINARY ASEXUAL HAMLET THAT YOU CAN WATCH FOR FREE ON YOUTUBE.

REASONS THIS WEB SERIES IS BOSS AS SHIT:

  • I MADE IT.
  • SHAKESPEARE.
  • NON-GENDER BINARY, ASEXUAL MAIN CHARACTER WITH PTSD, ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION.
  • SASSY VLOGGING HAMLET WHO GIVES KICK-ASS ADVICE AND SOLVES CRIMES.
  • FREE AND ON YOUTUBE.
  • IT’S LIKE HAMLET BUT MINUS THE RAMPANT SEXISM.
  • LESS DEATH MAYBE.
  • EXPANDS ON EVERYTHING YOU LIKE ABOUT THE ORIGINAL PLAY.
  • OPHELIA IS AN ACTUAL CHARACTER WITH MORE THAN ONE DIMENSION.
  • PERFECT MIX OF FUNNY AND HEARTBREAKING.

Watch the first episode here and the second episode here.