I think my leisure reading pattern is becoming more and more peculiar these days.
I was going to borrow Tennessee Williams' 'A Streetcar Named Desire' (coz Gillian Anderson is going to appear in the Young Vic production this summer), but ended up with 'The Glass menagerie' in my hand. Well, that book size is light and easy to carry, and it caught my attention, since I learned that Zachary Quinto, aka Spook in Star Trek movies, participates in the Broadway production in New York now. (Don't really know how and when, but I gradually grow a strange attachment to him recently. OK, maybe because he is kinda cute?) Anyhow, I certainly enjoying it more than 'Sweet Bird of Youth' and the unfinished reading one, 'The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore', and would love to see Quinto's monologue performance.
'The Glass Menagerie' is a semi-biographical play of Williams' recollection of his early family life. Denoting hinself as Tom Wingfield, a warehouse worker who desires adventures and has a writer's heart, but at the same time is trapped in a small flat, Williams states in the beginning to set the tone of this play:
"The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details: others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic."
I must admit: I adore this production instruction. Love the way that Williams describes the atmosphere and the core nature of the play; and his uses of words exhibit artistic elegance and sophistication! That is how I want to write, and yet to success! Also, owing to this short paragraph, I began to change my impression of his works. I was not amazed by the other two plays of his that I had read, if truth to be told. But 'the Glass Menagerie', similar to Harold Pinter's short collections, electrifies me pure and straight!