The Death of Bessie Smith, The Sandbox, and The American Dream

The Death of Bessie Smith, The Sandbox, and The American Dream

Edward Albee

Language: English

Pages: 82

ISBN: 1468303384

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

This new collection features three acclaimed one-act plays from Edward Albee's early years. With the initial productions of The Death of Bessie Smith, The Sandbox, and The American Dream, Albee consolidated his reputation as a brilliant new talent of the New York theater scene. These three plays tackle major themes such as race relations, American family life, and the essence of theater itself -- each of which still continue to resonate. Representing the bold and exciting periods in the then young career of widely consideredAmerica's most popular and imaginative playwrights, this edition is a must-have for theater lovers.

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Sylvia? Occupant At Home at the Zoo Me, Myself & I CAUTION: Professionals and amateurs are hereby warned that performance of any of the Plays in this volume is subject to payment of a royalty. The Plays are fully protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America, and of all countries covered by the International Copyright Union (including the Dominion of Canada and the rest of the British Commonwealth), and of all countries covered by the Pan-American Copyright

travelin’; travelin’. BERNIE On the move, hunh? Boy, you are the last person I expected t’walk in that door; small world, hunh? JACK Yeah; yeah. BERNIE On the move, hunh? Where you goin’? JACK (Almost, but not quite, mysterious) North. BERNIE (Laughs) North! North? That’s a big place, friend: north. JACK Yeah … yeah, it is that: a big place. BERNIE (After a pause; laughs again) Well, where, boy? North where? JACK (Coyly; proudly) New York. BERNIE New York! JACK Unh-hunh;

anybody’s interested … MOMMY Be quiet, Grandma. GRANDMA Nuts! MOMMY Oh, Mrs. Barker, you must forgive Grandma. She’s rural. MRS. BARKER I don’t mind if I do. DADDY Maybe Grandma has something to say. MOMMY Nonsense. Old people have nothing to say; and if old people did have something to say, nobody would listen to them. (To GRANDMA) You see? I can pull that stuff just as easy as you can. GRANDMA Well, you got the rhythm, but you don’t really have the quality. Besides, you’re

Daddy! MRS. BARKER Why, Mommy, the van man was here. MOMMY (Startled) The what? MRS. BARKER The van man. The van man was here. (The lights might dim a little, suddenly) MOMMY (Shakes her head) No, that’s impossible. MRS. BARKER Why, I saw him with my own two eyes. MOMMY (Near tears) No, no, that’s impossible. No. There’s no such thing as the van man. There is no van man. We … we made him up. Grandma? Grandma? DADDY (Moving to MOMMY) There, there, now. MOMMY Oh Daddy … where’s

then you could come running into the emergency … and I could be there when you came running in, blood coming out of you like water out of a faucet … and I could take ahold of your arm … and just hold it … just hold it … and watch it flow … just hold on to you and watch your blood flow … NURSE (Grabs up the letter opener … holds it up) This? More likely between your ribs! INTERN (Exiting) One coffee, lady. NURSE (After a moment of silence, throws the letter opener back down onher desk)

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