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Waiting for Godot - English

Waiting for Godot - English Cover

Waiting for Godot - English

A Tragicomedy in Two Acts

By Samuel Beckett

Grove Press, Paperback, 9780802130341, 128pp.

Publication Date: January 1, 1994

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Description

A seminal work of twentieth-century drama, Waiting for Godot was Samuel Beckett’s first professionally produced play. It opened in Paris in 1953 at the tiny Left Bank Theatre de Babylone, and has since become a cornerstone of twentieth-century theater.

The story line revolves around two seemingly homeless men waiting for someone—or something—named Godot. Vladimir and Estragon wait near a tree on a barren stretch of road, inhabiting a drama spun from their own consciousness. The result is a comical wordplay of poetry, dreamscapes, and nonsense, which has been interpreted as a somber summation of mankind’s inexhaustible search for meaning. Beckett’s language pioneered an expressionistic minimalism that captured the existentialism of post-World War II Europe. His play remains one of the most magical and beautiful allegories of our time.



About the Author
Samuel Beckett was born on April 13, 1906, in Ireland. Best known for the classic "Waiting for Godot," he was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1969. He spent most of his life in Paris and died there in 1989.


Praise For Waiting for Godot - English

“One of the true masterpieces of the century.”—Clive Barnes, The New York Times

“One of the most noble and moving plays of our generation, a threnody of hope deceived and deferred but never extinguished; a play suffused with tenderness for the whole human perplexity; with phrases that come like a sharp stab of beauty and pain.”—The Times (London)

“Beckett is an incomparable spellbinder. He writes with rhetoric and music that . . . make a poet green with envy.”—Stephen Spender

“Reading Beckett for the first time is an experience like no other in modern literature.”—Paul Auster

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