Book club discussions – If Lady MacBeth were a Marvel Villain
Having a book club with graphic novel fans but don’t know exactly what to talk about? Make your book club discussion more interesting by mixing a bit of high and low culture.
It’s not difficult to picture Lady MacBeth as the shapeshifting villain Mystique. Just as Mystique was able to hide her dark intentions as rose through the ranks of the United States Department of Defense, Lady MacBeth too is deadly in her ambitions to be queen. Of course MacBeth is her very own Senator Brickman and Duncan her Senator Kelly.
Mutant thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;
They still hate and fear us,
its just harder to see because they're more polite about it.
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it.
I use to think it's gonna be you
and me against the world.
But no matter how BAD the world gets,
you don't wanna be against it do you?
You want to be part of it.
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone.
Or is it the with pretty mutations, or invisible ones like yours?
But if you're a freak, you better hide.
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear
And chastise with the valor of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crowned withal.
Just because there's not a war doesn't mean there's peace.
You want to teach your people something teach them that.
Teach them to fight.
Otherwise they might as well live in this house for the rest of their lives.
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
Like I said: I know exactly what I have to do.
It’s us or Duncan
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
You know, people like Duncan are the reason
I was afraid to go to school.
You know sometimes I wonder what my life would've been like
if the witches hadn’t found you here that night.
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
You promised me that you would never read my mind.
What's the matter ? You don't think I look pretty like this ?