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I've gotten in the habit of reading plays.

'The Importance of Being Earnest' might be the greatest ever.

I also liked 'Death of a Salesman', 'A Raisin in the Sun', and 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf'.

What's /lit's favorite play to read?

>> No.13468729

>>13468726
Waiting for godot

>> No.13468906

Start with the Greeks

>> No.13469145

>>13468906
Already read the Clouds. Looking for something more modern.

>> No.13469159

Dürrenmatt, Chekov and Brecht wrote amazing pieces.
The Visit, Uncle Wanja, Saint Joan of the Stockyards are my three favorites.

>> No.13469403

off topic, where is that painting from?

>> No.13469430

>>13469403
Salvador Dali's painting

>> No.13469657

>>13469430
thank, homie

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13469782

who's Earnest and why should I be him

>> No.13470879

>>13468726
Personally only getting around to reading plays now and that's only because I've started to go see them. The only one of those I've seen so far out of those is "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf" and between that and the Shakespeare I've seen, it's my favorite play. I think everyone on this board show attempt to see some of these classic plays; I think it would surprise a lot of you when you find that even local productions are absolutely amazing in person. Reading a play and watching a play are both very different obviously, and I'm of the opinion plays are much better seen then read as opposed to the opposite. Both are great though, much better than most of the /tv/ or movies that come out.

>> No.13470997

>>13468726
>favorite play to read?

Jerusalem by Jez Butterworth

>On the table on the deck, he picks up a pint glass from several. It’s got about ten cigarette butts floating in two inches of golden gunk. He tosses it. Opens the fridge. Takes out a pint of milk. Sniffs it. Pours half the milk in. Takes a half-bottle of vodka out of his arse pocket, pours half of it into the glass. From the goggle-strap on his helmet he takes a wrap of speed, rips it in two, sprinkles it in. Cracks the egg into the glass, swirls it and drinks it down in one. He lets out a long, feral bellows, from the heart of the earth.