Happy Days

Posted on June 22, 2007

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Saw Beckett’s Happy Days.  Unending daylight.  The apocalypse.  A fossilized narrative sense. The ‘story’ has stopped.  Or almost stopped.  Nothing happens.  Or: almost nothing happens.  Only a toothbrush and a handbag occur as events along with Willie’s reading a ‘stopped’ newspaper, his body crawling over the rubble.

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