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Christopher Fry's A Sleep of Prisoners is not really a play, nor even a dramatic poem. It may perhaps best be described as a confusing verbal exercise in philosophy. The English playwright apparently set out to describe the state of mankind in a world at war, with man represented by four prisoners locked up in an unused church. Instead of presenting his ideas--which say pretty much that "no man is an island"--through a conventional plot, Fry approaches his theme through the dreams of the captives. Each of the dreams is based on a Biblical story, but despite...
...line by President Victor Paz Estenssoro and Foreign Minister Guevara, both moderates. Two weeks ago the M.N.R., in convention, chose another moderate, Vice President Hernan Siles Zuazo, as the party's candidate for the forthcoming presidential elections. Then, as the convention went on, Guevara and Lechin began trading verbal blows from the floor...
...thinks she loves is Hari Sahni, a fellow announcer with a neat little Clark Gable mustache. But Mama Chakravarty, like Mama Morgenstern, has no intention of letting her daughter marry a no-good. A widow, she marches Amrita straight off to stern old grandpa for a verbal rattanning: "I have enquired into the young man's family. The result was not satisfactory...
Moreover, this reinforces the fact that O'Casey's true genius is comic, that his tragedy-save perhaps in The Plough and the Stars-verges on sentimentality or melodrama. It is laughter that really soars in Red Roses, not feeling or poetry. The verbal gifts are there. But too often they miss magic by striving for it, or seem almost to be spoofing the Irish love of words. But where Synge, in The Playboy, could spoof that love and in the very process make prose beautiful, a more reflective O'Casey mingles honest rhythms with gaudy ones...
...Grayleafs are newcomers to Glenport, 111., a whistle stop near Chicago. It is 1929, and Ave Grayleaf, the father, is a baker, as busy and happy as all the seven dwarfs. Homespun Ave has the American flag tattooed on his right arm and a bad case of the verbal staggers: "If I don't rockabye now I'll be fit for naught but the ravens in the dawn." Mama is as p'ain as an apron and just as happily inoffensive. As the growing apple on the Grayleaf tree, eleven-year-old Tone is sprayed with...