by Eugene O'neill.
Here is my second entry by the great American playwright. This is the second play of a book with four plays in it, so I will be making at least two more O'neill entries before October 10 (contract ends).
This was a short play that consisted of an African American from the south who has installed himself as an emperor in the West Indies. That is the part of the play that makes the most sense, the rest consists of a man paying for his crimes by witnessing his past sins paraded in front of him as a voodoo induced hallucination. This was a supernatural play that I imagine would be fun to watch, either on stage or on the screen. I enjoyed it for what it was, and once again the stage direction dwarfs the actual dialogue, which was written in the vernacular of the south and cockney. And having read it I realized that no one in this play was either loveable, kind, decent, or honest. What you got to see was a man get dethroned and then suffer in his own sin until he died. It felt fairly close to a Greek tragedy!
No comments:
Post a Comment