I feel Tennessee Williams'writing is about as real as reality can get. Keep in mind, I bought A Streetcar Named Desire, thinking that it was a required read for the class on an out of date syllabus and read it prior to the class, I thought it was satisfactory, but nothing astonishing. In Cat On A Hot Tin Roof it's clearly evident how Williams uses his protagonists as an alter ego for his own alcohol problems and sexual confessions. The ambiguity of his writing in both stories seem to tap into his own subconscious desires and lies he can't accept within himself. He uses his writing as a confession through layers and depth of character interactions and secrets. Each character, even though this story may be about half a century old, seem as real in dialogue as a character from a Tarantino script, which is regarded as some of the best dialogue of our generation. Each character has layers within layers of subtext, leaving it a mystery to the reader/viewer to interpret their problems by searching within ourselves the problems of the human condition when
dealing with love, family and greed. Each character has a different voice, even without any character description, allowing the flow of words and tones to burn into our thoughts. Some of the themes that add to the absurdity of this "slice of life" play are those that deal with money, and how morality is abandoned when wealth is within reach. It's true that money is the root of all evil, and in this case, Williams hides this evil with plastic smiles, devious and sneaky cat-like confessions, and contrasts with truthful characters, such as Brick or Big Daddy, who seem to need not money, but true happiness, which is out of reach for both, regardless of how many acres are under their belt. Tennessee proposes many questions about life that can't be answered in one play write. How is love and happiness really defined? Is it attained through money? Fame? Acceptance? How low can humans really stoop to acquire this happiness? By living a false marriage (Cat On A Roof that never jumps off)? Or by popping out five children in order to earn
respect from those you despise? Or by escaping reality through a bottle? I think Williams' interpretive writing evolves through his themes that we are scared to relate to, because deep within all of us we have a secret. There is a black to every white and a negative to every positive. Our human shells may make us seem normal, but it's all those gushy secrets, desires and greed underneath that we fail to accept that truly makes us human.
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