Let's take a deep deep breath and then say it. As a dramatist, Samuel Beckett can be, and frequently is, a crashing bore. His world-renowned play Waiting tor Godot has been called a masterpiece so repeatedly that any revival of it seems to come gift-wrapped in its exalted reputation. In the canon of dramatic literature, Godot is an original stunt, a clever game, but no masterpiece. It has spoken to the inner spirit of an age that is antiheroic, narcissistic, self-pitying, and prone to believe that man's journey through life is a pointless shuttle...
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