Theater of the Absurd
Like Terry, I found the older generation gives you characters you -- well, not like or admire, but at least enjoy watching on the stage. The young couple, however, are whiny and repulsive. More to the point, the characterizations seem to be contrived in a way to maximize sympathy for Tennessee Williams', uh, interests.
More recently, the wifeosphere and I spent a week in San Fransisco, and as our hotel was only a block away from a theater, I dragged her to see Waiting For Godot. "It's a classic!" I told her. Sheesh.
The theater had a traditional proscenium, and the staging included a second, smaller copy of the proscenium's gilded trim work, set back and slightly askew. It's a frame within a frame! Another level of indirection! Irony! Hoo boy.
Sadly, that was the most interesting thing in the whole production, although as best as I could tell, the acting was good enough. After intermission, I noticed maybe ten seats ahead of me that were occupied in the first act but not in the second -- and I was sitting in the fourth row. Like me, they didn't seem to define entertainment as spending an evening listening to pointless arguments by aliens.
Umie the Umlaut says, "ask your doctor about the Fredösphere!"
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I saw a TV performance of Waiting For Godot. I was thinking of giving the book a read. It is considered a masterpiece of existentialism, and I think it captures the doubt which is constantly at battle with faith in God, for those of us which have such faith.
I'm currently reading Ann Coulter's Treason, a birthday gift from my mother. I was thinking of trying to email her, maybe directing her to the fredosphere. I have that Michigan connection with her, you know, although we never crossed paths. I was big into the conservative movement on campus, she was busy studying in the law school. I wonder if she ever read any of my stuff back in those days.
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