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This is part of the 17 Books for People Who Hate People ritual... I mean challenge.

Billy Shakes does racism and love and tragedy in Othello. This is no Taming of the Shrew or Titus Andronicus (two of the most bestest of his bestest works), but it'll do in a pinch.

Moorover (See what I did there? No? Well, fuckah you then...), it's short. If you wanna cut your teeth on Shakespeare, give Othello a try.

Requirements for reading: high school drama classes and an affinity for grandiloquent speech.

In summation: It's motherfuckin' William Shakespeare. You either love him or hate him or don't give a screwed-pooch about him. It's whatever. Seriously. Totes not bestseller material. Like... for sure.

(Sweet baby Tom Cruise, anyone who comes across this review and doesn't know me will think I'm a fucking moron. They'd be right, but perception is nine-tenths of Newton's Theory of Apples... or something. FUGGOFF!)

Final Judgment: Verily, a grand scrotum he doth have to giveth Shakespeare three stars!