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A review by sidharthvardhan
Happy Days by Samuel Beckett
5.0
She decays into sands of time caught, struck in memories of happy days of past and the hopeless hope of a future that would resemble more to the past than the present; her hopes are of a really old bird who can no longer fly or even if it could fly it won't enjoy as much as it once did - and yet this bird looks up to skies and hopes; hopes like her too down-to-earth husband doesn't. Her surroundings like her body are just ruins of happy days of past, her hope is as depressing as her husband's pessimism and she wants to run away from it; she want to talk - talk, talk, talk herself out of it but with whom; her husband is no good at communications or may be he has just given it up as useless. And thus the two are struck in loneliness of married lives.
She is understanding or has, over the time, come to accept as the fate, her husband's inability to communicate. In their own way, they do care of each other and maybe in some depressed, degraded form of word, 'love' each other. She herself is unable to communicate her feelings. In fact, she no longer knows what she feels- does she want her husband dead? does her husband love him? does she love him? should she sing? should she dare hope?
She is scared of free time in which she may end up thinking about those things - and so she slows carry her routine activities - activities that do not involve thinking; routines she won't let herself break from -routine activities which are only religion .... and in her, in this woman crushed by time, one finds the meaning of meaninglessness of time.
Read it when you have a Disney movie at hand. Do not read it if you are middle aged housewife .... or are married ... or are human.
She is understanding or has, over the time, come to accept as the fate, her husband's inability to communicate. In their own way, they do care of each other and maybe in some depressed, degraded form of word, 'love' each other. She herself is unable to communicate her feelings. In fact, she no longer knows what she feels- does she want her husband dead? does her husband love him? does she love him? should she sing? should she dare hope?
She is scared of free time in which she may end up thinking about those things - and so she slows carry her routine activities - activities that do not involve thinking; routines she won't let herself break from -routine activities which are only religion .... and in her, in this woman crushed by time, one finds the meaning of meaninglessness of time.
Read it when you have a Disney movie at hand. Do not read it if you are middle aged housewife .... or are married ... or are human.