We think we know our parents. Even when we do, there are limits. Walls we can't see through, corners we can't see around, but we hear the muffled voices.
It's fascinating when someone tries to explain them to us, like they know something we don't. That their comparatively momentary, even fleeting, experience can shine a light on a life we were imbedded in.
What if they're right?
Miller's monologue gives us a great character, hardened by time and a dearth of love, confronted by "evidence" that belies lifelong truths. The economy and scope of storytelling is masterful.
A helluva piece!...
We think we know our parents. Even when we do, there are limits. Walls we can't see through, corners we can't see around, but we hear the muffled voices.
It's fascinating when someone tries to explain them to us, like they know something we don't. That their comparatively momentary, even fleeting, experience can shine a light on a life we were imbedded in.
What if they're right?
Miller's monologue gives us a great character, hardened by time and a dearth of love, confronted by "evidence" that belies lifelong truths. The economy and scope of storytelling is masterful.
A helluva piece!