Saroyan鈥櫮眓 oyunlar谋 kimseninkine benzemez. Bile bile kurmu艧tur kendine 枚zg眉ll眉臒眉n眉. Taklit etmek, ya da ba艧kalar谋n谋n arkas谋ndan gitmek yarat谋l谋艧谋na ayk谋r谋d谋r. Benfield Pressey
Mr. Saroyan Amerikan Edebiyat谋鈥檔谋n yeni yazarlar谋 aras谋ndan y眉kselen en ger莽ek seslerden biri. Lewis Gannet
William Saroyan was an Armenian-American writer, renowned for his novels, plays, and short stories. He gained widespread recognition for his unique literary style, often characterized by a deep appreciation for everyday life and human resilience. His works frequently explored themes of Armenian-American immigrant experiences, particularly in his native California, and were infused with optimism, humor, and sentimentality. Saroyan's breakthrough came with The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze (1934), a short story that established him as a major literary voice during the Great Depression. He went on to win the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1940 for The Time of Your Life, though he declined the award, and in 1943, he won an Academy Award for Best Story for The Human Comedy. His novel My Name Is Aram (1940), based on his childhood, became an international bestseller. Though celebrated for his literary achievements, Saroyan had a tumultuous career, often struggling with financial instability due to his gambling habits and an unwillingness to compromise with Hollywood. His later works were less commercially successful, but he remained a prolific writer, publishing essays, memoirs, and plays throughout his life. Saroyan's legacy endures through his influence on American literature, his contributions to Armenian cultural identity, and the honors bestowed upon him, including a posthumous induction into the American Theater Hall of Fame. His remains are divided between Fresno, California, and Armenia, reflecting his deep connection to both his birthplace and ancestral homeland.
The people of O.K.-by-the-Sea are all poor. Most of them can't afford to pay for the haircuts I give them. There's no excuse for this town at all, but the sea is here, and so are the hills. A few people find jobs a couple of months every year North or South, come back half dead of homesickness, and live on next to nothing the rest of the year. A few get pensions. Every family has a garden and a few chickens, and they make a few dollars selling vegetables and eggs. In a town of almost a thousand people there isn't one rich man. Not even one who is well-off. And yet these people are the richest I have ever known.
I would put this on par with Hello, Out There as being perhaps Saroyan's best one-act play. It has all his trademarks: wise children, kindly adults, humor, pathos, and great dialog.
It seems to be almost impossible to get a copy of this play in print form, so here's a handy link to the entire text: