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What is it with King Lear

By Rahad Abir
Yes, what is it with King Lear? Shakespeare is pretty old. Almost everyone knows the tragedy of King Lear—either somehow read it in school or watched the production. So, as the University of Findlay Theatre Program in the Department of Visual and Performing Arts is going to premiere King Lear on November 6, you might wonder what’s new here and why should one care about it?
The very same question, when asked, Dr. Christopher Matsos, assistant professor of Theatre, who has done the adaptation and directed the play, stated, ‘‘Shakespeare tends to be overdone in a mediaeval setting. So, I decided to set the play in a modern American city that is really struggling financially, and the city started to crumble.’’ ‘‘I haven’t really seen one of King Lear that was modern, and I didn’t feel that the full play was what our community is really asking for, so I edited it into about a 90-minute version,’’ he added.     
But, interestingly all of Shakespeare’s original language and poetic…

The Smell // short story by Rahad Abir

It was a fine morning on Sunday, the first day of the work week, and should be rush hour in Dhaka—loud and boisterous, traffic both on the streets and sidewalks, and different confusing lines of waiting-to-board people, occupying half of the streets. But today, the streets looked quiet and still and deserted. Almost everything was shut down. Sohani wished she’d have skived off work today. She had no idea that today would be the longest day of her life. While very few buses were running, few street tea-stalls were open, and few people were seen out and about. Rickshaws dominated the empty streets. Something in everyone’s eyes, something in the air, too—smelled different. Ma called three times this morning; her concerned voice implied why on earth you brave this horrible situation to go to office? It was needed because some papers must be sent to the central bank today, she told. To protest the proceedings at the war crimes tribunal, it was the first day of an unbroken three-day nationwi…