I’ve read this before and have had the pleasure of seeing it performed in London (Christopher Eccleston as Creon. *swoon*). It remains yet another reason that Sophocles is my favorite playwright. The heartbreak, the suspense, everything. There’s no comedy though, which I find odd. Usually, you have these ups and down in drama/storytelling. But no. Antigone is just all down all the time.

As a writer, I find it interesting that this is the first book in the Oedipus trilogy. As a human, I find Creon’s lack of a second chance disturbing.

This being the first book is interesting because, well, it tells the most important plot twist in play two. That Oedipus kills him father and marries his mother is what made that play the classic that it is. Hell, Freud based an entire theory on this concept. (Which can we all admit now that Freud needed help?) Maybe this just goes to prove the fun is in the journey not the destination.

Creon, poor bastard. Changes his mind, sees reason, still loses everything. How is that right? And it’s really that point that makes you feel sorry for him. He did what was asked and it wasn’t enough. What are you supposed to do at that point? Wouldn’t it make you question or doubt doing anything right ever again?