Streetcar Named Desire, A

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The book deserves all the hype reviews written on it.The book has a very sorrowful ending. Emotionally sensitive persons will shed a few tears, for sure.Great stuff. It requires guts to create the character of Stanley.Eminently readable.

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Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire presents a crippling and raw atmosphere of gradual psychological and spiritual disintegration. Williams’ world is one of slow decay – a gradual erosion of sanity. The play, along with its characters, especially the burly, cocky and self-indulgent chest-beating Stanley Kowalski, develops a backdrop of progressive menace, until it becomes a monstrous shadow overarching the soundness of fragile minds. Most of the play is set in the interior of an apartment which, in a way, intensifies the disturbing element of interior horror, a horror of compressions – that of growing age, negligence, contempt, conflict and pretence. Whether it is the desolate street or the dimly lit shadowy bedroom without any door, there looms a menacing dread throughout the play. Williams stirs a frightening concoction of incursive complexities, subjectivities and the innate propensities for violence and brutality. The gore and the grotesque are not always necessarily presented through graphic horror. They are also found in the pressure chambers of mundane apartments that have lost its spirit. For me, Streetcar speaks about such a lostness of spirit and the consequential demise into depravity. It is unnerving to read, and watch as well, how someone, misunderstood, mistaken and misread, is made to drown in despair. Williams presents the horror of the poisonous imposition of madness, of masculinity and the extension of male-domination, so much so, that it becomes a driving bayonet of anxiety and disquiet, perpetually pressed against the fretful hearts of all those who are striving to figure out their way in life.Oddly enough, the context of Streetcar reminds me of the pretext of Ginsberg’s Howl.