Delicately Albee
A Delicate Balance by Edward Albee is the story of those of us who settle. When life becomes so routine, you don’t live it anymore. Very depressing… very thought provoking… very… Albee. This play is a fun read. It seems to have this feeling the entire time that there is going to be something more and there never is. Kind of like the existence of all the central characters.
I actually don’t know if the plague referred to in Act III is literal or a metaphor. I would need to read it again. I probably won’t, so there you go. Act III also contains a device I’ve never seen in a play, a textual Aria. I only wish Mr. Albee had notated it with actual dynamics rather then adjectives. It made me think back to the rhythm and melody of the entire play. Rather monotonous with a sort of eerie expectation for what’s next culminating in a explosion of sound that simply gets us right back to where we started. Life!
Let’s hope he’s wrong about how life goes for most of us. 
While no Goat, it is a very good read. Check it out.
Albeelicious roar,
Corey
