I’ve started reading a few plays lately. Their structure and length makes them easier to read while juggling books around. But their content is far from being simple. I’m also ecstatic that so many plays are available online; far easier than scouring the local bookstore. Here are just three of them I read over the last week:
The brilliant existential play by Jean Paul Sartre Huis Clos (No exit). (Skip the comments in between the text during the initial reading).
Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape, which comments on desperation and regret.
Luigi Pirandello’s mildly judgmental and deviating work Six Characters in search of an Author.
