Waiting for Godot (1953)

I knew something of it coming into it, and although I've never seen it performed, I liked it. There was a sense of the electricity of evening, something like what I experienced while playing *Proteus*, something about possibility, about the loneliness of an open field, of one other close to you nearby, of the absurdity of passing time. I liked it. ( )

This entire play reads like one scene. The reader/audience does not really even know WHY Vladimir and Estragon are waiting for Godot (a job? a payment? some other agreement?), or why they feel they must stay, or will hang themselves if Godot never comes.

While there are definite moments of comedy (namely the hat scene--I don't find a man leading another man by a rope to be funny), I really just don't get this. Nothing happens, nothing is resolved. Nothing changes other than boots and hats. ( )

Visions of Camus. ( )

One of the greatest plays of the 20th century. And something I will never forget. ( )

Enthralled by the first production I saw at a small theater in LA; and a more upscale production in San Diego. Also on TV. Another live production in NY upstate?
Amazing that he could conceive of this for the stage: plotless, two tramps by a tree.