Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

Two old tramps wait on a bare stretch of road near a tree for Godot.

This play is iconic, so I'm glad I read it. And it is conceptually brilliant, a story about nothing, probably with deep existential themes if I cared to analyze it. But as such, it was painful to read.

What can I say? Bleak? Depressing? Inspires countless personal crises of meaning? My favorite kind of literature! The first time I ever read Waiting for Godot was in high school detention - how perfect.

This was shockingly simplistic, yet heartbreaking at the same time. Suprised it took me this long to read it. I'd highly recommend!

If I were waiting for Godot, I would probably have a great deal of time to pen a longer review. Alas.

This is an excellent play. I almost wrote that it was an excellent existentialist play, but I felt that would confuse the point. It may, in fact, be an excellent existentialist play. In truth, i don't have the breadth of perspective to feel confident saying as much. What it is, however, is a play that I had a hard time putting down, and that puts it in very special company. I highly recommend it.