Why Was the Slave Named "Lucky?"
In the fall of 1988, our son and I went to Lincoln Center to see a revival of "Waiting for Godot."
Robin Williams and Steve Martin were quite fine in the two lead roles, and F. Murray Abraham was properly domineering as Pozzo, leading his abject slave, Lucky, played by the master kinetic actor, Bill Irwin.
I was thinking of that master-slave relationship Friday night when The New York Times broke the story that the FBI had begun an investigation in early 2017 of the apparent master-slave relationship between Putin and Trump.
In the real-life version, Lucky snarls and yaps at just about everybody else, but when Pozzo fixes his Lubyanka-basement glare at him, Lucky rolls on the floor and whimpers.
How did poor Lucky come to be led around on a leash? Beckett does not say. I am hoping this will soon be explained to us by Robert S. Mueller, III.
1/12/2019 10:53:05 pm
I am thinking of the movie "North by Northwest" when Cary Grant, hiding upstairs, flips a matchbook with a message toward Eva Marie Saint, to warn her that she was in danger. "they're on to you'', the message said.
1/14/2019 09:21:35 am
Dear Roger, nice one. Your first comment on this site? GV
1/14/2019 11:00:14 pm
1/13/2019 10:55:39 am
George, I saw that production at Lincoln Center and concur that it was terrific. I am waiting for the production of Robert Mueller's masterpiece as I write, LOL
1/13/2019 11:32:36 am
And I'm thinking of Harold Pinter's brilliant film adaptation of "The Servant."
1/13/2019 09:37:37 pm
1/14/2019 09:23:47 am
Thanks to all, interesting to see the associations people make.
1/14/2019 09:35:45 am
Lots of analogies come to mind. Here are a few of mine:
1/15/2019 09:14:21 am
Nice shot about the two presidents, they are - like in Beckett's play - on the same way, but without a pathway to follow. I think, our president (Jair Bolsonaro from Brazil) could be there, too.
1/15/2019 07:27:41 pm
Josh: good point about the Wizard:
1/15/2019 08:39:24 pm
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From the great Maureen Dowd:
As I write this, I’m in a deserted newsroom in The Times’s D.C. office. After working at home for two years during Covid, I was elated to get back, so I could wander around and pick up the latest scoop.
But in the last year, there has been only a smattering of people whenever I’m here, with row upon row of empty desks. Sometimes a larger group gets lured in for a meeting with a platter of bagels."
--- Dowd writes about the lost world of journalists clustered in newsrooms at all hours, smoking, drinking, gossipping, making phone calls, typing, editing.
"Putting out the paper," we called it.
Much more than nostalgia.