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Summary: I got woken up for this?
Review: What is the meaning of the play? There is no meaning to the play other than that there is no meaning to the play. What is the meaning to life? There is no meaning to life other than that there is no meaning to life, which is the meaning of life, which has no meaning, which is the meaning of life, which has no meaning.... Ok, I'll stop.
In order for the play to have meaning, you have to be IN the play. Are you in the play? No. If you were IN the play, what would be the meaning of the play? The meaning of the play would be the play, the playing of the play, for which there is no meaning. So, the meaning of life, for someone IN life, is life, for which there is no meaning. Are you the actor who FEELS, or are you the audience member who THINKS? If you are the actor who feels, then you are Waiting For Godot, and alternately you feel anxious, depressed, bored, etc. Now knowing this, you the audience member no longer think but feel; you feel for the actors, who are Waiting for Godot, who ain't gonna show up. I suppose there is a kind of mad pathos in all this waiting, thinking, and feeling. Nevertheless, Samuel Beckett was an insufferable ass! The jokes on you for coming to the play. The play is tautologically nonsensical.
And it ain't Shakespeare, Sophocles, or Euripides.
And now I'm going back to sleep. And I demand a refund! But how can I demand a refund from Godot, when he or HE doesn't exist? And Samuel Beckett sneaks out the back of the theater, cash in hand.... HAR, HAR, HAR!
But yes, I must admit, there is a kind of pathos to this whole play-going/life-going experience. Not enough pathos, however, for me to esteem the play very highly.
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Summary: But the night won't fall...
Review: This is truly one of the most impactful and meaningful pieces of literature I have ever read. I've been through it and through it and through it, and I never tire of the thought is provokes. While it seems to be one of those works that you either totally love, or totally hate, anyone with an interest in existentialism will find this to be an utterly delightful non-story.
I've noticed many reviewers state that this book is laced with Christian themes, that Godot is symbolic of God. This is not entirely correct, and should not really be dwelled upon. While Beckett himself denies the book's apparent biblical themes (He claims that the play is about shoes, and that the naming of the saviour comes from a road near his house, "Godot St."), one can almost declare that it doesn't matter who or what Godot is - you will find the story (Or lack thereof) to be much more profound if you focus not on the fact that Didi And Gogo are waiting for Godot, but merely that - much like all of us - they are waiting - and wait on.
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