Even More Boring Than the Debates

Instead of watching the Democrats debate (not that I would anyway), we went to performance of Samuel Beckett’s Happy Days, starring Dianne Wiest. It’s essentially a one-woman show. There is one other cast member but he has a very minor role. I had previously read Beckett’s more famous Waiting for Godot and found it tedious and pointless. Since hope springs eternal, I’d hoped that a performance could breathe life into Beckett. Alas, it was not to be.

The play is in two acts. It opens with Winnie, a woman in her fifties, buried up to her waist in the sand on a beach. She’s awakened by a loud bell and proceeds to narrate her daily routine, punctuating it with declarations of how happy she is, as a stream of consciousness. Her husband, the sixtyish Willie, is hardly seen and rarely speaks. The plot, such as it is, is laid out in greater detail in this article.... [Read More]