3.5 starsThe style of the story makes me think of a domesticated form of a picaresque novel. What would you choose to do and who would you choose to be if you could walk away from your current life because everyone thought you were dead? Which life would be the "real" you? Would you choose to live l...
Pirandello has a way of writing that feels as if the reader is intruding on his own personal turmoil (which, given the institutionalization of his wife and the extreme depression he suffered after his huge economic losses in the mining business, are numerous) -- sometimes the words ring so genuinely...
Oh, this play is great. What a fucking thing it is. It's about how we create our own realities: how each of us choose to play a character, to such an extent that we sometimes sit outside ourselves, watching our characters act out their scenes. And it's about the subjective nature of reality: how to ...
Pirandello was a complex and bizarre man when it came to penning down personality narrations. His works on theatrical post-modern genres are not only mesmerizing but quite baffling at times.Henry IV is an engrossing masquerade about an actor/protagonist of a play who goes crazy after being knocked o...
R.I.P. Mattia Pascal.Mattia Pascal was a man born to endure adversities in every walk of life. He was a dutiful son who saw his family affluence ruined by a benefactor after his father’s death and his mother’s existence fading into rueful shadows. He was a concerned husband and a doting father even ...
They say I was born in June. The day, the year somehow ceases to exist. I live with my mother. She stares at the wall, singing songs unnoticing my existence in the house. Is this how being an orphan feels like? I used to work at Madame Pace’s dress shop. Only it wasn’t a dress shop. It was a whore h...
They say I was born in June. The day, the year somehow ceases to exist. I live with my mother. She stares at the wall, singing songs unnoticing my existence in the house. Is this how being an orphan feels like? I used to work at Madame Pace’s dress shop. Only it wasn't a dress shop. It was a whore h...
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