Theater: Spook Sonatas

ROCKABY by Samuel Beckett

Samuel Beckett is the victim of a bum rap. Everything that lends him academic eminence—the 1969 Nobel Prize, the scholarly exegeses of his plays and novels, even the famous dust-jacket photograph from which he stares like an eagle just slightly startled to find himself prematurely taxidermized—has also conspired to suggest that his plays have a savor too rarefied for the palates of most theatergoing mortals. It is true that in writing, staging and performance, his plays are ethereal, austere, elegiac, pioneering a dramatic form that whittles existence into essence....

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