Word: estragon
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...dialogue of “The Secret Lives of Umbrellas” often evoked the banter between Vladimir and Estragon in Samuel Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot,” full of rapid-fire exchanges and comic misunderstandings. But where Beckett took on themes like salvation and the human condition, Benjamin’s play sidestepped anything too poignant...
...watch writers turning Superman over and over until they find a way to fit him into a contemporary context. The top-selling comic book in March was Superman/Batman, a series that plays the dialectical duo of the DC universe off each other like Vladimir and Estragon. It's a Bird ... is a graphic novel about a comic-book writer who can't write a Superman story: he's blocked. "There's no access point to the character for me," he complains. "Too much about him makes no sense." A limited-run comic called Secret Identity tells the story...
...stream-water clarity of his descriptions (with the sentence "His socks were white and Van Horned up around his calves," a reference to chronically uncool NBA player Keith Van Horn, Eggers may have enriched the English language by a verb). At their best, Will and Hand, like Vladimir and Estragon, have genuine existential pathos; at their worst they're a little jejune, a pair of Holden Caulfields railing at the phonies. Critics have tarred Eggers with the brush of irony, and You Shall Know Our Velocity seems to be his attempt to cleanse himself in the turpentine of earnestness. "When...
Peeping warily into the new century, the cultural traditionalist (anyone over the age of 40) feels like saying, with Estragon in Waiting for Godot, "I can't go on like this." He forgets the brave and cheeky response Samuel Beckett, last of the classic modernists, gave to Vladimir: "That's what you think...
...down on my bed, close my eyes and imagine Times Square, desolate save for Vladimir and Estragon, the stammering tramps of Waiting for Godot...waiting for the millennium that never comes. And the famous ball--by dint of Zeno's paradox--falls but never reaches its destination. It's an infinitely deferred climax, a perpetually peaking party, an existential rave...