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156 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1947
With two women and one hot-tempered, suspicious man in a dinky one bedroom flat, trouble starts brewing at the onset and never lets up until the ill-fated end.
"Whoever you are.......I have always counted on the kindness of strangers."
As a first time read for me, the story behind A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE was a complete surprise as were the multitude of controversial subject matters often understated in presentation throughout the play, but still.......
A powerful and emotional drama. Loved it! (need to get my hands on a copy of the film version with Brando and Leigh.....fast)
鈥淚 don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then let me be damned for it!鈥�Her desperation for romance, for magic, in her life is the only avenue remaining for her escape. That's what Streetcar Names Desire is about: escape. Escape from the shameful past, drinking to escape from the dully painful present, and escape from the violent future. Blanche eventually retreats fully into her own self-delusions of romantic escape when her past creeps unexpectedly into the present.
"They told me to take a street-car named Desire, and transfer to one called Cemeteries, and ride six blocks and get off at鈥擡lysian Fields!"Desire and death: the only ways to reach paradise!
I'll tell you what I want. Magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try and give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be the truth. And if that is sinful, then let me be damned for it!
BLANCHE: I feel so hot and frazzled. Wait till I powder before you open the door. Do I look done in?
STELLA: Why no. You are as fresh as a daisy.
BLANCHE: One that's been picked a few days.
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STELLA: No. Stanley's the only one of his crowd that's likely to get anywhere.
BLANCHE: What makes you think Stanley will?
STELLA: Look at him.
BLANCHE: I've looked at him.
STELLA: Then you should know.
BLANCHE: I'm sorry, but I haven't noticed the stamp of genius even on Stanley's forehead.
BLANCHE: What sign were you born under?
STANLEY [while he is dressing]: Sign?
BLANCHE: Astrological sign. I bet you were born under Aries. Aries people are forceful and dynamic. They dote on noise! They love to bang things around!
There is a crash; then a relative hush.
BLANCHE [brightly]: Did he kill her?
BLANCHE: We are going to be very Bohemian. We are going to pretend that we are sitting in a little artists' cafe on the Left Bank in Paris! [She lights a candle stub and puts it in a bottle.] Je suis la Dame aux Camellias! Vous etes Armand! Understand French?
MITCH [heavily]: Naw. Naw, I-
STANLEY: I have a lawyer acquaintance who will study these out.
BLANCHE: Present them to him with a box of aspirin tablets.
STELLA: Blanche, you saw him at his worst last night.
BLANCHE: On the contrary, I saw him at his best! What such a man has to offer is animal force and he gave a wonderful exhibition of that! But the only way to live with such a man is to-go to bed with him. And that's your job-not mine!
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"I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell truth, I tell what ought to be truth. And if that is sinful, then let me be damned for it! 鈥� Don't turn the light on!"