Nope. I'm allandaros's friend Ferret and I just hopped over for a quick looksee when you commented on his journal. And since I've been through the whole traumatic Endgame experience I thought I'd comment on it.
My first exposure to Endgame was unfortunate. My best friend had to read it for class and he said to me, "If I have to suffer through this, you're suffering with me." So he made me read it. I think that's a great demonstration of the play's peculiar power. It doesn't just make you feel miserable. It spreads that miserableness as far as it can, virally.
I attended a play last summer, titled, The Complete Lost Works of Samuel Beckett as Found in a Dustbin in Paris in an Envelope (Partially Burned) Labeled: "Never to be Performed. Never. Ever. EVER! OR I’LL SUE! I’LL SUE FROM THE GRAVE!!!" It was in the vein of the Complete Works of Shakespeare, Abridged, and since I saw it, I've been unable to take Beckett seriously. Absurdism is, quite frankly, absurd.
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10/5/07 21:25 (UTC)My first exposure to Endgame was unfortunate. My best friend had to read it for class and he said to me, "If I have to suffer through this, you're suffering with me." So he made me read it. I think that's a great demonstration of the play's peculiar power. It doesn't just make you feel miserable. It spreads that miserableness as far as it can, virally.
I attended a play last summer, titled, The Complete Lost Works of Samuel Beckett as Found in a Dustbin in Paris in an Envelope (Partially Burned) Labeled: "Never to be Performed. Never. Ever. EVER! OR I’LL SUE! I’LL SUE FROM THE GRAVE!!!" It was in the vein of the Complete Works of Shakespeare, Abridged, and since I saw it, I've been unable to take Beckett seriously. Absurdism is, quite frankly, absurd.